I had the palace looking nice and neat
Two feather pillows with expensive sheets
Sitting so pretty on my velvet couch
Before you came around
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Maybe it's wrong but it feels right to me
Reveling in reverse psychology
You complicate it with your lying lips
I'm waiting on a kiss
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If it ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my heart
You treat my mind like a hotel room
And I know why I gave the keys to you
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my bed
Waking up to a wreck with blue jeans on the floor
If ain't love then I like it better than before
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
I let you mess with my, mess with my head
Writer(s): Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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