Trouble - Amel Larrieux

Deep wide eyes

Reflecting the planets in the outer space

Swaggering down the block

Like Saturn’s rings around your waist

God was good to you

But she done went an extra mile

He slapped on those heart-shaped lips

Of which when they form a smile

I’m in…

Ooh, trouble

Ooh, trouble

Ooh, trouble

Ooh, trouble

Words have not been spoken (you might hate Jazz)

I may not be a big fan of Beethoven (it's alright, alright)

I have been captured (you hold the key)

In those lovely hands conducting this rapture

(Lord have mercy)

Lord have mercy on me

Lord have mercy, Cherie

What have you conjured up in me?

Me nah ac' a fool for nobody

Lord have mercy on me

Q’est que tu me fais, cherie

Lord have mercy on me

Lord have mercy