Lyrics Trouble - Charly Cole, Michael Omartian, Chris Rodriguez

Trouble

Lately
You’ve been taking
Cab trouble with your sisters
Saying
Really sorry
Tonight I can’t take you to dinner
Late again
Another friend
Got trouble with action special
When I call you
Go to voicemail
'Cos you forgot to turn on your ringer
But I know what trouble looks like
Troubles got
Blue eyes
Red hair
Body like hell looks up to them
And her rock stuff
Where I stood
4, 5 in and she’s gone in the hood
She’s got
That smile
Those lips
And when there extra Saturdays slips
You better get here on the dot
Or you’re in trouble
(I-oh)
(I-oh)
Talk no trouble (I-oh)
I-ohhh (I-oh)
Baby
We were happy
But you had to go play with fire
Spare me
All the details
My eyes couldn’t be any wider
So I bought me
A little company
By the name of Smith and West
So you like her
'Cos she’s pretty
And she’ll teach you your first lesson
'Cos I know your trouble tonight
And its not just
Blue eyes
Red hair
Body like hell looks up to them
And her rock stuff
Where I stood
4, 5 in and she’s gone in the hood
She’s got
That smile
Those lips
And when there extra Saturdays slips
You better get here on the dot
Or you’re in trouble
(I-oh)
(I-oh)
Talk no trouble (I-oh)
I-ohhh (I-oh)
Fool me once
Shame on you
Fool me twice yeah
I got a mystery for ya-oh
I figured it out
You like your trouble
What you don’t know yet
Is real troubles got
Green eyes
Black hair
The face underneath with the devil in there
And her fly highs
Times good
If you like the view its only gonna get worse
Sweet smile
Those lips
Gonna break your heart and pull them into bits
Get your sorry ass on the doorway
'Cos you’re in trouble
(Green eyes
Black hair I-oh)
Come talk no trouble
Oh no you don’tttt
I-oh
You don’t know trouble
Nooo
I-oh
I-oh
Get you sorry ass on the double
'Cos your in trouble