Songtexte A Perfect Mess - From First to Last

Well, well look at you
Little Miss has to pick the wounds
And that's so literal, and you're so critical
Well if you feel like there's cause to be cold
You can straddle the stove
I'm a man not a handbag, a friend not a servant
Is it hell being right all the time?

I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say

Well, well, well with a woman like you
Who needs to get out of bed
Well, well, well with a woman like you
Who needs to have any friends
Come whisper in my ear a secret so profoun
I'll forget to write it down
Now I'm left here with, the memory of the best
And worst thing I'll ever love

I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say

Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess

I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
I wouldn't call this dating
I'll get to know you the hard way
Life's bitter-sweet, that's what they say
That's what they say
Some things will never change
Some things will never

Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess
Aren't we a perfect mess