T-R-O-U-B-L-E

T-R-O-U-B-L-E - Elvis Presley (貓王)

I play an old piano from nine

Till a half past one

I'm trying to make a living

Watching everybody else were having fun

Well I don't miss much

That ever happens on a dance hall floor

Mercy look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E

What in the world you're doing A-L-O-N-E

Say good L double O-K-I-N-G

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

Trying to raise nine kids

Told me not to stare

'Cause it was impolite

And did the best

She couldn't try to raise me right

Hey but mama never told me

'Bout nothing like Y-O-U

Say your mama must have been

Another something or the other too

Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

E e e e

Well you talk about a woman

I've seen a lot of others

But too much something

And not enough another

You've got it all together

Like a loving machine

Looking like glory

And walking like a dream

Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U

Well your mother must have been

Another good looking other too

Hey

Say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

E e e e

Well you talk about a trouble-making

Hunka pokey bait

The men are gonna love

And all the women gonna hate

Reminding them of everything

They never gonna be

Maybe the beginning

Of the World War Three

Oh the world ain't ready

For nothing like Y-O-U babe

You

Well I bet your mama must have been

Good looking other too

Hey hey

Say hey

Say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

E e e e

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