Mess with My Head - Miranda Lambert

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

It ain’t love and 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, uh

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

It ain’t love and 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