The Trouble With Me Is You

I have a bad, headache daughter
And my visions okay too
Just look at my eyes and you can see

The trouble with me is you

I have bad, toothache daughter
They are all as good as new
There's only one thing that's wrong with me

Oh, the trouble with me is you

Now it doesn't take a position
To analyse my condition
No hot water bottles
No pocket of pills
And everybody likes capable will

I have a bad heartache strong dear
It seems as if a feet or two
Just thought this appear
A natural fear

For the trouble with me is you



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Smith, Barry Ian Blue
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