Trouble. Oh, trouble, set me free. I have seen your face. And it's too much, too much for me Trouble. Oh, trouble, can't you see. You're eating my heart away. And there's nothing much left of me
You're looking at me. And I'm looking at you. Through smokin' mirrors in a club filled room. I dunno what you said. But I feel you know less. And none of this has to make sense I-e-I ah, ah, ah,