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

B.J. Thomas

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Well, I play an old guitar from nine till a half past one
I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else 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
Tell me what in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
Yeah, I say, hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Well, 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 tryin' 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
Oh, I bet your mama must have been another good lookin' honey too
Yeah, hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, you're sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky-tonkin', babe
The men are gonna love you, and the woman gonna hate you
Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of a world war three

'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama must've been another good lookin' mama too
Hey, say: Hey, good L-double-O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I said hey
I said hey
I said hey, hey, hey
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E