Go in’ out of my mind these (C)days.

Like I’m walk in’ ’round in a haze.

I can’t think (Dm)straight,

I can’t con cen trate

and I need a shave.

This morn I go to work and I cof look tired.

The boss man says, “Son, you’re gon na get (C)fired.

I’m los in’ This mind, ain’t your (Dm)style.”

And be hind my (F)cof fee cup,

but I just (Am)smile.

What a beau ti ful mess, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in.

Spend in’ all my time with you,

there’s noth in’ else I’d rath er do.

What a sweet ad dic tion that I’m caught up in.

’Cause I can’t get e nough, can’t stop the hun ger for your love.

What a beau ti ful,

what a beau ti ful mess I’m in

ah,

ah.

This morn in’ put to salt in my cof fee.

tired.

I put my shoes on the wrong na get (C)feet.

I’m los in’ my mind, ain’t I (Dm)swear.

It might be the (F)death of me,

but I don’t (Am)care.

What a beau ti ful mess, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in.

Spend in’ all my time with you,

there’s noth in’ else I’d rath er do.

What a sweet ad dic tion that I’m caught up in.

’Cause I can’t get e nough, can’t stop the hun ger for your love.

What a beau ti ful, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in

ah,

ah.

I’m in

ah,

ah.

Is it your eyes?

Is it your smile?

All I know is that you’re (E)driv in’ me wild.

What a beau ti ful mess, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in.

Spend in’ all my time with you,

there’s noth in’ else I’d rath er do.

What a sweet ad dic tion that I’m caught up in.

’Cause I can’t get e nough, can’t stop the hun ger for your love.

What a beau ti ful mess, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in.

Spend in’ all my time with you,

there’s noth in’ else I’d rath er do.

What a sweet ad dic tion that I’m caught up in.

’Cause I can’t get e nough, can’t stop the hun ger for your love.

What a beau ti ful, what a beau ti ful mess I’m in

ah, ah.

Ah, (Am)ah,

(C)ah.

Ah, (Am)ah,

(C)ah.