Trouble Letra

i'll be coming home next sunday
she was like mistletoe, a candle burning low
she made me wait in the rain and we spent hours in the snow
last winter trouble crept up on you babe
i've been awake since last december

hey trouble, will you come for me
you took my lady, you can't let me be
hey trouble, will you come for me
you took my lady, and you left me

she was my fortune teller, she was the sweetest thing
her daddy was foreman, her mama was crazy
said she's been asleep since last december

hey trouble, will you come for me
you took my lady, you can't let me be
hey trouble, will you come for me
you took my lady, and you left me

what you wait for baby [x3]
i'll be comming home

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