Trouble Loves Me

Trouble loves me Trouble needs me Two things More than you do Or would attempt to So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everythings evened out And the balance Seems serene Trouble loves me Walks beside me To chide me Not to guide me Its still much more Than youll do So, console me Otherwise, hold me Just when it seems like Everythings evened out And the balance seems serene See the fool Ill be Still running round On the flesh rampage Still running round Ready with ready-wit Still running round On the flesh rampage - at your age ! Go to soho, oh Go to waste in The wrong arms Still running round Trouble loves me Seeks and finds me To charlatanize me Which is only As it should be Oh, please fulfill me Otherwise, kill me Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it Faced with the music, as always Ill face it In the half-light So english, frowning Then at midnight i Cant get you out of my head A disenchanted taste Still running round A disenchanted taste Still running round