That's When Trouble Begins
Seven-thirty and I got nothing left to give, my hope's gone left with my joie de vivre and will to live a simple life, not for me, I don't take nothin' easy if I can do it the hard way.
Oh we got a long hot summer to wince through,
Baby, but it didn't take long to convince you when you were only seventeen and your heart would miss a beat for its country.
And all day long you tell me that's when trouble begins, that's when trouble begins, but if that's what you want then maybe I could prickle under your skin.
Seven-forty and I got nothing left in me for small talk, gossip or any kind of pleasantries and presently, when your heart comes crashing into me don't say I didn't warn you.
Oh we got a long, hot summer to burn through,
Baby, and if you had any sense you'd return to when you were only seventeen and your heart would miss a beat for its country.
And all day long you tell me that's when trouble begins, that's when trouble begins, but if that's what you want then maybe I could prickle under your skin.
Ooh we got a long, hot summer to list through,
Baby, and I haven't got the patience to miss you like we were only seventeen when my heart would take a bullet for something.
And all day long you tell me that's when trouble begins, that's when trouble begins.
There'll be plenty of teardrops you could soak up if you stay. I try to be faithful but you're leading me astray and the trouble with me is that the trouble isn't ever far away.
