Seven-thirty and I got nothing left to give
my hope’s gone left with my joie de vivre
and will to live a simple life not for me
I don’t take nothin’ easy
if I can do it the hard way.
Oh we got a long hot summer to wince through
Baby but it didn’t take long to
convince you when you were
only seventeen and your heart
would miss a beat for its country.
And all day long you tell me
that’s when trouble begins
that’s when trouble begins
but if that’s what you want then maybe
I could prickle under your skin.
Seven-forty and I got nothing left in me
for small talk gossip or any kind of
pleasantries and presently when your heart
comes crashing into me
don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Oh we got a long hot summer to burn through
Baby and if you had any sense
you’d return to
when you were only seventeen and your heart
would miss a beat for its country.
And all day long you tell me
that’s when trouble begins
that’s when trouble begins
but if that’s what you want then maybe
I could prickle under your skin.
(Instrumental break)
Ooh we got a long hot summer to list through
Baby and I haven’t got the patience to
miss you like we were only seventeen
when my heart would take a bullet
for something.
And all day long you tell me
that’s when trouble begins
that’s when trouble begins.
There’ll be plenty of teardrops
you could soak up if you stay.
I try to be faithful
but you’re leading me astray
and the trouble with me
is that the trouble isn’t ever far away.
...That`s When Trouble Begins -
by Lucky Soul... / nakmuse