Lyrics

The 14th of June, "Sorry 'bout the screen door" was the first she had to say. Off came the gloves, kind of like a prom dress. Guess it had been that kind of day. Who needs a brush? He's got his fingers to comb the sense back in her head. But what's the sense in trying to change her? "You know you need me, dear," she said. "Make a mess with me, baby. Make a mess with me now. Time to do all the things that your mama don't allow. Make a mess with me sweetheart. Make a mess with me right. Come undone with me darlin' . . . Lose the necktie tonight." He's buttoned up like he's on Wall Street. She just has a simple dress. One thing, at least, they both agree on, she needs order, he needs . . . "Make a mess with me baby. Make a mess with me now. Time to do all the things your mama don't allow. Make a mess with me sweetheart. Make a mess with me right. Come undone with me darlin . . . One tub is all we need to clean it all up. Too many towels, babe, is never enough. Three words from me will slow you right down, for you know you need me around. Make a mess with me, baby."