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 fuck 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