Trouble Child - Geoffroy

Night has taken over

Fog in the streets

Missus driving faster

We’re closer to the beat

The headrest slippin' off

The head I’m leaning on

We used to call each other ‘lover'

We used to try to make things work

We used to call each other ‘lover'

We used to try

Best we start this over

We’re hanging by a thread

Been longing for an answer

Why I ought to be your man

Lost my heart to a woman, only too young

Trouble child, beauty queen, short attention span

Lost my cause, caught slippin', lost all serotonin

But love’s standing in the way

We used to call each other ‘lover'

We used to try to make things work

We used to call each other ‘lover'

We used to try