T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Live)

Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past one
 I'm just tryin' to make a living watching everybody else having fun
 Well I don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
 Mercy look what just walked through that door
 Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
 Tell me what in the world
 You doin' A-L-O-N-E
 Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
 Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
 I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
 Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
 She told me not to stare cause it was impolite
 She did the best she could to try to raise me right
 Cause mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U
 Bet your mama musta been another good lookin' honey too
 Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
 Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
 Well a sweet talkin', sexy walking, honky tonking baby
 The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya
 Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be
 May be the beginning of a world war three
 Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
 I bet your mama musta been another good lookin' mama too
 Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
 Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
 I said hey
 I said hey
 I said hey
 I said hey
 I said hey
 I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E