Lyrics Trouble In Paradise - Rufus Wainwright

Trouble In Paradise

I was going 'round from the town to the country
Then going back 'round
From the country back to the town
I was making rounds from the back to my forehead
Then going back 'round
From the front to the back of my crown
There’s always trouble in paradise
Don’t matter if your drinks are neat or on ice
There’s always trouble in paradise
Don’t matter if you’re good or bad or mean or awfully nice
You see me here in my dress all in order
You see me there, my hair
A solid steel bob
But all you see is in fact just the armor
Don’t see me laughing with joy
And the occasional sob
There’s always trouble in paradise
Don’t matter if your drinks are neat or on ice
There’s always trouble in paradise
Don’t matter if you’re good or bad or mean or awfully nice
And when I’m gone you’re gonna miss me so!
But not for long because I taught you what’s de trops
But there’s always trouble in paradise
And I bet I’ll be there because you know in fact I’m actually rather nice