The little pieces of truth
They stick around forever
I should have known about you
Before we got together
But we did it
Yeah we done it
I wonder what did i get myself into
With you
When i piece it together, baby
I put so many holes in you
Yeah, you
Little pieces of sticks
And a bucket of stones
I'm afraid i'll be leaving you all alone
But i come back around
Got some pieces of truth
Even though it won't make no difference to you
Yeah, you
Digging trouble
With a shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways
Now i got so burned that i learned
Not to hear another word that you say
But we did it
Yeah you done it
What the f** did i get myself into
With you
When i piece it together baby
I put so many holes in you
Digging trouble
With your shovel
You serve it up in so many different ways
Now i got so burned that i learned
Not to hear another word
Don't mess with the mess around