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T.R.O.U.B.L.E
Yeah ... ah
..
Well
I play an old guitar
from a nine to a half past one
I'm tryin' to make a livin'
watchin' everybody else havin' fun
Well, I don't miss much
if it happens on the dance
hall floor
Mercy,
look what just walked through that door
Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
Yeah say hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Well
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
yeah ...
I was a little bitty baby
when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time
tryin' to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare
'cause it was impolite
She did the best she could
she tried to raise me right
But mama never told me
'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Bet, your mama must have been another
good looking honey too
Hey hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Well
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
yeah ...
Ohhh ... Mmmm ..
( Instrumental )
yeah ...
Well you sweet talkin,
sexy walkin',
honky talkin'
Baby
The men are gonna love ya
and the women gonna hate ya
Reminding them of everything
they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of a World War III
'Cause , the world ain't ready
for nothin' like a Y-O-U
I bet your mama must have been another
good looking Mama too
Hey, say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Well now,
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Yeah ...
I say hey,
(I say hey,)
I say hey,
(I say hey,)
I say hey
(I say hey,) (I say hey,)
Yeah ...
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
.... yeeaahhh ...
ooooh ... Yeah!
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