Stepping out, to take a walk a night to see,
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The shadows of the moonlight, when this guy,
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Began to follow me, and now you see.
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Thats the trouble.
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Then he took my hand, to my surprise,
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He stared so seriously, in my eyes and said,
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"Why, I'd glad for you to come on home woth me."
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Thats the trouble,
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Every man I see, thats the trouble.
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Taking every little thing so heavily,
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Thats the trouble if you wanna let you be,
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Thats the trouble if you really wanna be free.
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Well I did not realise he was the
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serious type of guy, when I read his letter,
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which said "I love you, will you marry me?"
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Thats the trouble,
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Every man I see, thats the trouble.
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Taking every little thing so heavily,
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Thats the trouble if you wanna' let you be,
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Thats the trouble if you really wanna' be free.
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Thats The Trouble
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| Grace Jones |
