TROUBLE DOWN BELOW

Trouble, trouble down below,

Trouble like I've never known before,

Like some alien growing out of me,

And I can't shake it.

Trouble, trouble, how old are you?

Trouble, where'd you get those shoes?

Trouble, whose clothes you wearing?

Trouble, whose purse you carrying?

Trouble, why do I want you so?

Trouble, why won't you let me go?

Trouble, trouble down below.

Trouble, trouble down below.

Trouble like I've never known before,

Like some evil twin of me,

And I didn't know you.

Trouble, why'd you wait so long

To make your presence known?

I didn't even know you existed

Until you took my mind and twisted it

So tight

That I feel this pain today,

Pain that just won't go away,

Until I find you.

I gotta bring you up and out.

Trouble, you've carried too much clout.

Trouble, where've you been hiding out?

How did you reach me?

Oh, trouble, why do I love you so?

Trouble, why won't you let me go?

Trouble, you've taken up my heart.

Trouble, you gave me quite a start.

Trouble, you're smoking in my hair.

Trouble, you've got me everywhere,

But I'm gonna stop you.

I'm gonna rout you out.

Stand by, you'll see.

I'm gonna take your power away from me,

Gonna set my body free,

Of trouble.

Trouble, you saw a little child,

Crying out for her mother's smile,

Confused by her mother's cruelties,

And her father's silence.

You leapt into that child's heart,

An evil valentine from the start,

Trouble, you've made hate an art,

And you've hurt me.

Trouble, how could you hide so well?

How come you let me ring that freedom bell?

You've been inside me all the way,

Darkly waiting for your day,

Watching me sing my freedom songs,

Letting me think you weren't along;

You're like the devil.

Trouble, I've got no place for you.

So scram! Be gone!

Dry up!

We're through!

And don't go getting in some

  other girl's shoes,

'Cause no body needs you.

Copyright 1989, Mary Ann Lightfoot, Dallas, Texas