| Every night, to take a walk on high to see,
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| The shadows of the moonlight, when this guy,
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| Began to follow me, and now you see.
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| Thats the trouble.
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| Then he turned my head, to my surprise,
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| He stared so seriously, in my eyes and said,
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| «why, i’d like for you to come on home woth me.»
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| Thats the trouble,
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| Every man i see, thats the trouble.
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| Taking every little thing so heavily,
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| Thats the trouble if you wanna’let you be,
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| Thats the trouble if you really wanna’be free.
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| When i did not realise, he was the,
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| Serious type of guy, and i ran his,
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| And said «will you marry me?»
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| Thats the trouble,
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| Every man i see, thats the trouble.
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| Taking every little thing so heavily,
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| Thats the trouble if you wanna’let you be,
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| Thats the trouble if you really wanna’be free. |