Trouble
Here's my tale, a lesson taught
To the male egotistical heart
When you take your lady there
You honestly don't care where it goes, as long as it goes
Ohhhhhhh
Dirty women, dirty clothes, on your floor
Dirty pictures, dirty fingers, in my head
I could kill you, I could free you, from disaster
I don't love you, I don't love you, anymore
Ohhhhhhh
This time tomorrow I will be gone
On a plane, on a boat, far from here
Don't you wish you could see me right now
‘Cause all your women and all their billing cut a hole in your soul
Ohhhhhhhh
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