The Messenger Lyrics - Singles - Tim Wheatley

She was hotter than the Georgia asphalt 

Now her hearts gone cold for me 

I used to take the short cut home 

Now I play til the last man leaves 

Please don't shoot the messenger 

Don't you know I come in peace 

In an orgy of exaggeration 

I always seem to give as good as I get 

Form and credence to my agitation 

Like a bindi in my foot again 

Please don't shoot the messenger 

Don't you know I come in peace 

Please don't shoot the messenger 

But you blew him to smithereens 

The woman what done it is too far gone 

She and I pass like ship in the night from now on 

I took a little trip to bring me back somehow 

I sent you a postcard, signed San Francisco by now 

Please don't shoot the messenger 

Don't you know I come in peace 

Please don't shoot the messenger 

But you blew him to smi