The Tune In My Head

Ian Lloyd — Trouble

I count every minute that you’re not around
You never tell me where you get to
I hear from my friends you’ve been out on the town
They even tell me where they met you
I try getting mad but those tears in your eyes
Make it hard for me to hurt you
Honey, you’ve got my heart in the palm of your hand
And now you’re doin’ what you want to
Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?
You could have told me right away
You could have shoved it in my face
And run away, and run away
Trouble — that’s what you are
You’re trouble — When you drive my car
You’re trouble; you know you are
Now you’re trouble in the parking lot
Honey, won’t you ever stop?