The little pieces of truth
they stick around forever
I should have known about you
before we got together
But we did it
yeah we done it
I wonder what did I get myself into
with you
When I piece it together, baby,
I put so many holes in you
Yeah, you
Little pieces of sticks
and a bucket of stones
I'm afraid i'll be leaving you all alone
But I come back around
got some pieces of truth
Even though it won't make no difference to you-
Yeah, you
Digging trouble
with a shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways
Now I got so burned that I learned
not to hear another word that you say
But we did it,
Yeah you done it,
What the fuck did I get myself into
with you
When I piece it together baby,
I put so many holes in you
Digging trouble
with your shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways
Now I got so burned that I learned
not to hear another word -
Don't mess with the mess-around
