Lyrics Having Trouble With The Language - Billie Myers

Having Trouble With The Language

Picture post card honesty
In the land of hopeless dreams
That man in my sitting room
Only lives behind the screens
Well look at me happily
In this third party situation
A married man with the cutest smile
Is not quite what he seems
Oh, I’m having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
I haven’t learned my lessons well
So I don’t know what to do
Having trouble with the language
Que voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
But that’s just my point of view
Well Andre’s such a simple fan
Who always leaves the truth behind
Always stands on the outside
No matter how hard she tries
It’s been awhile
The ready smile
I’ve gotta go
Oh, look at the time
If only she knew what the rest must do
She would surley break down and cry
I’m having trouble with the language
Your having trouble getting through
Haven’t learned my lessons well
So I don’t know what to do
Having trouble with the language
Que voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
But that’s just my point of view
That’s just my belief
In a storm electric
The lightening struck his head-
Twice
Now I’m a vegitarian
Cause the pig in the middle is dead
Oh yeah
Oh no
Down town at the funeral
There’s a dark cloud over our heads
She looked better in black suit
But he looked better--dead
Having trouble with language
Having trouble breaking through
Yeah you don’t know what to do
Having trouble with the language
Que voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
But that’s just my point of view
Having trouble with the language
Que voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
But that’s just my point of view
I’m having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
I still don’t know
I don’t know what to do
Que voulez-vous?
(By the way, that’s French)
Do you know what?
(Having trouble with the language)
I’m having trouble with the language
The language