(Verse 1)
You're just a little more promiscuous than I am used to
A little more concerned than you would care for
A little less together than we should be
The people's fingers seem to point at me

(Bridge x2)
But then you ask for the best
You don't expect any less
And all your friends push you on
Even when you know that they're wrong

(Chorus x2)
And how good can you be when the best you can get is just a big mess?

(Verse 2)
This is just a little more fun than you want to expect
This is just a little more mess, mess, mess, mess
This is just a little less fun than you want to expect
This is just a little more mess, mess

(Bridge x2)

(Chorus x2)