Trouble

It starts with a tingle,
Hair stands up on the back of your neck.
And with just one single glance, youíre itÖ youíre next.
You donít seem to see, but itís meÖ itís meÖ

Iím the one who raises your eyebrows,
Puts that funny feeling in your knees,
Let me introduce myself Ė
My name is Trouble, with a capital ĎTí.


I might show up at your doorstep
Or sneak up from behind.
Iím everywhere that you look, you canít escapeÖ you canít hide.
And I know that you canít see, but itís meÖ itís meÖ.

Iím the one who raises your eyebrows,
Puts that funny feeling in your knees,
Let me introduce myself Ė
My name is Trouble, with a capital ĎTí.



copyright Heather Johnson 2007.