Mess Around

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

Oh st. Louis, California
Blue eyes, yeah she's comin' for ya
Land of Mary, Charm City
Oh lord, wish she was my baby
You know she'll drive you crazy
Yeah she's coming for ya
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

The heat is rising and only getting hotter, ready to blow
I think I'll pour myself a glass of water, let it flow
She'll show you what she's made of
Yeah she's comin' for ya
She's gonna try to break ya
Yeah she's comin' for ya
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around

Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
Ah, oh no
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around
No, she don't mess around