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

Well, I play an old guitar from nine 'til half past one I'm just tryna make a livin' watching everybody else havin' fun Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor Mercy, look what just walked through that door Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E Tell me what in the world You doin' A-L-O-N-E Yeah, 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 She told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite She did the best she could, to try to raise me right But mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U Bet your mama must've been another good lookin' honey too Hey, good L-double-O-K-I-N-G Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well, a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky-tonkin', baby 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 I said hey I said hey, yeah I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E