B.J. Thomas - T-R-O-U-B-L-E na Lyrkicie

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T-R-O-U-B-L-E

T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
Trying to make a living watching everybody have fun
Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
What in the world you're doing A-L-O-N-E?
Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time trying to raise nine kids
Told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
And did the best she could to try to raise me right

But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others
But too much something' and not enough another
You've got it all together like a loving machine
Looking like glory and walking like a dream

Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U
Well, your mama must have been another good looking too
Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, you talk about a trouble-making hunka pokey bait,
The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of the World War III
Oh, the world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-U
Well, I bet your mama must have been
Another something or the other too

Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

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