'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't

I can be messy I can be messy, yeah, I admit it Oh, no changin' Oh, no changin' I can be cruel sometimes, outta my mind Insecure and out the door I can be hard to handle Dance around the house with nothin' but the radio on I can get crazy, yeah, I admit

I didn't know you'd be insane She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle The worst part of all is he just don't care She's twisted like a rope, that is wrapped around his throat Dreams can be so deceiving Pain in my neck, thorn in my

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one