Sitting home alone
Kicking back
She knocked
On the door

Look at me with
Wide Wild Eyes
And then she
Smiled

Never saw such
Slinky curves before
My face
Hit the floor

Over by the Curb I saw
a Harley  Davidson
I could tell the night was
Getting wild

-chorus-
Getting in trouble with trouble
Getting in deep
Getting in trouble with trouble
Getting in deep

Soon we were Driving down
the Boulevard At midnight
Looking for a Dive To
Shoot a game Of pool

Trouble hit the bottle
and the Bottle hit Trouble
And I was laughing
like a Fool
 

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