All Messed Up

Orphans

All Messed Up
(Boudreau)

I was hanging on the end of the block near the record shop
Waiting for my boys to show
You spilled out of a cab with your bags full of get up n go
And I wasn’t looking for trouble but it sure has a subtle way of finding me
This time in four-inch-heels and a feel to make a blind man see

(so I had to play my guitar…)

Now all the while I was guessing the mid-West must be missing an angel
Back where the grass is green and the girls grow up so fast
And her daddy warned her that her Hollywood dreams would only lead her to danger
But as I recall I’ve been called worst than that

I said “Baby what you doing on this side of town?”
She said “ I must’ve lost my way…maybe you can show me around some day?”
I said “Babe where ya wanna take it from here?
She said “we gotta take it slow”
You see I’m , I’m all messed up with no place to go

Now I never asked ya for much just to get on a bus heading anywhere
I hate to sound so cold but we both know how this is gonna end
And in my defense it never made any sense why you were with me in the first place
And if we get out of this one alive maybe we can stay friends

(you know I’d like that…)