Mess Around

Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Oh St. Louis, California Blue eyes, yeah she's comin' for ya Land of Mary, Charm City Oh lord, wish she was my baby You know she'll drive you crazy Yeah she's coming for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around The heat is rising and only getting hotter, ready to blow I think I'll pour myself a glass of water, let it flow She'll show you what she's made of Yeah she's comin' for ya She's gonna try to break ya Yeah she's comin' for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no Ahhhhh, oh no No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around