Mess of Me

Everyday, working men, roll through streets, picking up garbage
Every day, since I’ve been, here with you, picking up knowledge
Hauling trash, to the yard, taking class, at my college
buried deep, garbage heap, I can’t sleep
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
But I won’t take another dirty job
Thought you were, the kind of girl, to take your tea, out in the garden
Spill your cup, now I’m stuck, cleaning up, begging your pardon
Your debris, clear to me, now my heart, is starting to harden
Every drink, makes me think, of the stink
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
You’ve made a mess of me
But I won’t take another dirty job