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Messy
Lola Young
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
Because I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
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Acerca de esta canción
"Messy," de Lola Young, es una canción que captura la frustración de una mujer joven que se siente constantemente juzgada e incomprendida por su pareja. La letra explora la contradicción inherente a la presión social sobre las mujeres de ser simultáneamente "perfectas" y conformarse a ciertos estándares de comportamiento y apariencia, mientras que a la vez se les exige ser independientes y autosuficientes. La referencia a Britney Spears sugiere una identificación con la imagen pública de una estrella pop que ha enfrentado un escrutinio intenso y una lucha contra las expectativas de la sociedad. La repetición del estribillo "too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean" enfatiza la incapacidad de la protagonista para satisfacer las necesidades y expectativas contradictorias de su pareja. El contexto emocional es de decepción, resentimiento y una profunda sensación de falta de aceptación. El estilo de Young se revela como honesto, directo y con una actitud desafiante frente a las normas sociales y las relaciones interpersonales tóxicas. La canción utiliza un lenguaje coloquial y directo, reflejando la sinceridad y la frustración de la protagonista.
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Letra Completa de 'Messy'
You know I'm impatient So why would you leave me waiting outside the station When it was like minus four degrees? And I, I get what you're sayin' I just really don't wanna hear it right now Can you shut up for like once in your life? Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33 Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be? Because I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate, you hate It's taking you ages You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And please, don't pull those faces When I've been out working my ass off all day It's just one bottle of wine or two, but hey You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock And then you come home to me? And don't say hello 'cause I got high again and forgot to fold my clothes 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot Oh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot
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