Friends see your flame-red hair
This simple man by your side
They joke how life just ain't fair
Assume I'm so satisfied
But when the shades are drawn
You pose and pout pom-pom
Somehow your beauty disappears
I offer my tender touch
You scold that I love too much
I slave for a wedding ring
You laugh, put away that thing
You dress up like an angel of nine
Baby asleep you look that fine
Please stay home but you always leave
For more, more, more
Through my tears I see trouble
I just see trouble
Baby you're just trouble
Walking out the door
Strange how there's not a trace
Of your cruelty on your face
Parade yourself to the world
All they see is a magic girl
I'll crawl through my grief alone
Change the locks, rip the telephone
I won't be your toy anymore
Through my tears I see trouble
I just see trouble
Baby you're just trouble
Walking out the door
Oh my dear you're just trouble
A whole lotta trouble
All I see is trouble
Walking out the door
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