Who's Got Trouble?

翻译by:Flyinsky88 New Casablanca 新卡萨布兰卡 Please take me out of here So we can have a ball I've been tied up My face against the wall Who's got trouble We've got trouble Go ahead make mine a double I do declare I'm in a state And I just can't wait 请带我离开这

Well, I rang up Pantucci Spoke to Lu-chi I gave them all They needed to know And if affairs are proceeding As we're expecting soon enough The weak spots will show I assume you understand that we have options on your time And will ditch you in the har

I should try to be good Forever and ever, amen So I'll touch wood And hope I don't get caught again Without my lines And off the mark Looking for signs I can't see here in the dark My opening won't be a great success Till you come get me out of This

I will go quietly Don't move your chair Won't even try it Wouldn't even dare You come walking down With a mouthful of sand We better cut it out Cause it's out of hand And it's loud out on the street So please I will go quietly Drive with my lights ou

Angels in the sitting room The wind gets here at seven Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven And you can tell the boss she's keeping the curls Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls The flash is coming soon and we don't look so

I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed Any day that I saw you at all was circled in red What they said was a man drifted over the line Drove you away

Giddy-up old boy it's time to go Vous les vous savoir the love below Brother, I've got more than you can take But more than I can do to stay awake I close my eyes So I Can dream of ways to keep you occupied So I Can lock you up we'll keep it classifi

You've gone too far I'm on my way You can tell the concierge To bring around my car You've gone too far You said too much Things you shouldn't say You can keep your violins Your sins, your care, your touch You said too much Get off the ground now bab

"It Got All Black" It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I may never leave this room again Now its dark and you love me, honey, count