I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
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| She was as pretty as the month of May |
| Quite as pretty as love |
| It was the end of a bright summer day |
| With the moon right above, mmm... |
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| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
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| I must admit it was a lovely kiss |
| Not at all cheap or plain |
| And I thought this is quite an artifice |
| So let's do it again, mmm... |
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| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
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| That nightingale there, somewhere in a tree |
| Singing its sweetest song |
| Told me that bright night how sweet love can be |
| And I did something wrong, mmm... |
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| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
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| Hey! |
| Oh oh, I got troubles, oh oh, I got troubles |
| Oh oh, I got troubles and it worries me so |
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