Messed Up Kid

One, two, three

She likes stealing from Salvation Armies

Said it makes her feel like the movies

Battin' her eyes with a crooked smile

Wondering why the hell I'm pissed

This ain't like any film that I recall

This ain't exactly The Italian Job

This kind of stuff is for soccer moms

Dying to be young again

She's dancing around the room

In a cheetah print body suit

Roll the credits on the scene, it's through

I'm the story of a messed up kid

Yeah, she tells me I got a problem with drinkin'

But she loves going out on the weekends

She throws me the keys with a "pretty please"

She wonders if I'll drive her home

You'd figure if she knew my weakness

She'd try and help me to beat it

That's why I love her so, but since Roanoke

I don't take her out to shop no more

She's dancing around the room

In a cheetah print body suit

Roll the credits on the scene, it's through

I'm the story of a messed up kid

She's dancing around the room

In a cheetah print body suit

Roll the credits on the scene, it's through

I'm the story of a messed up kid

She's dancing around the room

In a cheetah print body suit

Roll the credits on the scene, it's through

I'm the story of a messed up kid

I'm the story of a messed up kid

I'm the story of a messed up kid