I'm a mess
I should be filling rooms
With the sweet smell of success
I'm a mess, look at what I've been reduced to
I don't blame you for saying no
When you should have answered yes
But darling, darling, darling,
Look at me now
I'm a mess
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I'm really on the deck
I'm a mess, look at how I'm living
Some of these days I'm gonna get back on my feet
And quit this blue address
But darling, darling, darling,
Look at me now,
I'm a mess
The smart set I used to run around with
Are invisible now
They all cut me loose when one said that
What I've got might just rub off on them somehow
I'm a mess for want of your caress
Darling, darling look at me now, I'm a mess
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