Lyrics:
the time
And that's much, too much for this heart of mine
It gets me drinking
I don't want to
'Cause drinking leads to trouble
And trouble leads to you
So I
Shout
"I was hoping that somebody
Would say that, um
'Shout' was the single for '84
In the sense that there have been
There were so many protest
realize he hurts her so much
But all the praying just ain't helping
At all 'cause he can't seem to keep
His self out of trouble
So he goes out and he makes
in so much trouble
Over just a little dope
Five to one he gets away
That's the odds I'm going to give
Five to four they blast him away
Three to one
to town
How'd, fine papa, welcome back to town
You're doing so much travelling never know
When you'll be around
You're a fine and mellow fellow
But you're
some? Come and get some, boys
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in
surprise
Tonight, there's trouble in paradise
So you bury yourself in work
It keeps your mind off, how much it hurts
'Cause there's no love left at home
wonders how he could be in so much trouble
Over just a little dope
Five to one he gets away
That's the odds i'm going to give
Five to four they blast
shoulders
Sometimes it just seems so much what we go through
But maybe if we take the time, time to understand each other
We can learn to make it right, what
The movie wasn't so hot
It didn't have much of a plot
We fell asleep
Our goose is cooked
Our reputation is shot
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little
How did we get in so much trouble?
Getting out just seems impossible
Oppression is persisting
I can't fight this brain conditioning
Our
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
with her limits, so to speak
She can hoist a really good kick
In the butt when she's excited
She doesn't do it so much anymore
'Cause we're all
There's work at home
There's no work in the farm
There's much trouble at home
There's no work in the farm
There's work at home
There's no work in
question)
No justice, no peace (are you ready)
No justice, no peace
I got so much trouble on my mind, huh
Look at all you little hanging with us
All
by shit
So whatcha gone do now?
So whatcha gone do?
So whatcha gone do now?
So whatcha gone do?
the sky
Where the stars are so clear
And then I could save you
From the troubles of the world
And all you'd have to pack is your heart to bring
I knew it was there
Though I tried to hide it
The feeling just kept on shining through
Haven't known you that long
So I try to deny it
But
You're too much trouble (4x)
Get Out (4x)
Out Out Out
You're too much trouble (4x)
I'm the kind of guy that if you were half way around the world
You don't know how much we miss you
Seems so long ago
Those great days
When Wham was first on the scene
You were oh so cool
Sparkle in your eyes
When it's right
So let the neighbors talk about us
We're gonna have the time of our lives
And it feels all right
I've got a bad case
Worse than
keep my buzzes clean
And keep the hard stuff and the whiskey from my head
Well, I guess that's just the trouble when you're always seeing double
There was grown man dying from fright
So surprised by the things he'd say
With a giant fantasy life
Running 'round on feet of clay
Naked except
Much too soon you're gonna know I'm strong
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm gonna find you by tonight.
I've been so long searching for you
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