Mess Around

Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Oh, St. Louis, California Blue eyes, yeah, she comin' for ya Land of Mary, Charm City Oh Lord, wish she was my baby You know she'll drive you crazy Yeah, she comin' for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around The heat is risin' and only gettin' 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 comin' for ya She's gonna try to break ya Yeah, she comin' for ya No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) Ah (oh no) No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around No, she don't mess around