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