It was something about your stubble
That I found so attractive
And mom found so repulsive
And she told me he’s nothing but,
Trouble
And you burst my safety bubble
We became so close, so quick
We burned so brightly it wrecked the wick
And I felt it in my gut,
Trouble
I was reduced to rubble
We drank the Kool-Aid of passion
Forgot love came in rations
And in the end we were double the
Trouble.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
It was something about your stubble
That I found so attractive
And mom found so repulsive
And she told me he’s nothing but,
Trouble
And you burst my safety bubble
We became so close, so quick
We burned so brightly it wrecked the wick
And I felt it in my gut,
Trouble
I was reduced to rubble
We drank the Kool-Aid of passion
Forgot love came in rations
And in the end we were double the
Trouble.