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 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 trop But there's always trouble in paradise And I bet I'll be there 'cause you know In fact I'm actually rather nice