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 that you say      Don't mess with the mess-around