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Fox in back yard rears her pups, roses bloom and buttercups
Roof is leaking I don't care, love is here it's everywhere
In my shoes and in my pants, in my voice and crooked stance
In my ears and on my mind, on this page it burns and shines
I'm a mess for you, Iâm a mess for you
Iâm a big olâ messy mess for you
Jan Renee, Trudy true, I guess Iâm not through with you
Reach your arms out, touch my hand, rock me in this weary land
Pull the stopper from the jug, fill me, kiss me, give me hug
Keep me from the foggy dew, Jan Renee Trudy true
I'm a mess for you, Iâm a mess for you
Iâm a big olâ messy mess for you
I kept my love all bottled up, I was afraid Iâd use it up
Afraid my heart might soon run dry, someone might just hear me cry
Thought there wasnât love to share, didnât know love was everywhere
There's a big old bottle on the shelf, go ahead and pour some for yourself
I'm a mess for you, Iâm a mess for you
Iâm a big olâ messy mess for you
As death resides behind his mask, so does love lie just in back
Of all the rushing dots and dashes that hide the truth where it still flashes
And love and truth and permanence they're solid ground they owe no rents
Even if we cannot see, love is with us always free
I'm a mess for you, Iâm a mess for you, I'm a mess for you
Iâm a mess for you, Iâm a mess for you
Iâm a big olâ messy mess for you
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