Trouble Loves Me
Trouble loves meTrouble needs meTwo things more than you doOr would attempt to
So, console meOtherwise, hold meJust when it seems likeEverything's evened outAnd the balance seems serene
Trouble loves meWalks beside meTo chide meNot to guide meIt's still much moreThan you'll do
So, console meOtherwise, hold meJust when it seems likeEverything's evened outAnd the balance seems serene
See the fool I'll beStill running 'roundOn the flesh rampageStill running 'round
Ready with, ready-witStill running 'roundOn the flesh rampage at your ageGo to Soho, ohGo to waste in the wrong armsStill running 'round
Trouble loves meSeeks and finds meTo charlatanize meWhich is onlyAs it should beOh, please fulfill meOtherwise, kill me
Show me a barrelAnd watch me scrape itFaced with the musicAs always I'll face it
In the half-lightSo English, frowningThen at midnight ICan't get you out of my head
A disenchanted tasteStill running 'roundA disenchanted tasteStill running 'round