Karaoké Messy Lola Young

You know I'm impatient

So why would you

Leave me waitin' outside the station when it was like minus four degrees and I

I get what you're sayin'

I just

Really don't wanna hear it right now, can you shut up for like once in your life

Listen to me

I took your nice words of advice about

How you think I'm gonna die

Lucky if I turned thirty-three

Okay so yeah

I smoke like a chimney

I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week

But cut me some slack

Who do you want me to be

'Cos I'm too messy and then I'm too fuckin' clean

You told me Get a job and you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect 'till I open my big mouth

I want to be me

Is that not allowed

And I'm too clever and then I'm too fuckin' dumb

You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month

And I'm too perfect 'till I show you that I'm not

A thousand people

I could be for you and you hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

Hey hey

It's takin' you ages

You still don't get the

Hint, I'm not askin' for pages but one text or two would be nice and please

Don't pull those faces when I've been

Out workin' my ass off all day

It's just one bottle of wine or two

But hey you can't even talk

You smoke weed just to help you sleep

Then why you're out gettin' stoned at four o'clock and then you come home to me

And don't say Hello 'cos I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes

'Cos I'm too messy and then I'm too fuckin' clean

You told me Get a job and you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect 'till I open my big mouth

I want to be me

Is that not allowed

And I'm too clever and then I'm too fuckin' dumb

You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month

And I'm too perfect 'till I show you that I'm not

A thousand people

I could be for you and you hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

Ho oh oh ooh

'Cos I'm too messy and then I'm too fuckin' clean

You told me Get a job and you ask where the hell I've been

And I'm too perfect 'till I open my big mouth

I want to be me

Is that not allowed

And I'm too clever and then I'm too fuckin' dumb

You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month

And I'm too perfect 'till I show you that I'm not

A thousand people

I could be for you and you hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot

You hate the fuckin' lot