Trouble In Paradise

I was going 'round from the town to the country

Then going back 'round

From the country back to the town

I was making rounds from the back to my forehead

Then going back 'round

From the front to the back of my crown

There’s always trouble in paradise

Don’t matter if your drinks are neat or on ice

There’s always trouble in paradise

Don’t matter if you’re good or bad or mean or awfully nice

You see me here in my dress all in order

You see me there, my hair

A solid steel bob

But all you see is in fact just the armor

Don’t see me laughing with joy

And the occasional sob

There’s always trouble in paradise

Don’t matter if your drinks are neat or on ice

There’s always trouble in paradise

Don’t matter if you’re good or bad or mean or awfully nice

And when I’m gone you’re gonna miss me so!

But not for long because I taught you what’s de trops

But there’s always trouble in paradise

And I bet I’ll be there because you know in fact I’m actually rather nice