I find myself in trouble
Because im always thinking about you
Do you think about me too
When you hear a song about love
do you see my golden eyes in the sun
The way it was way back when
You always used to curse mama
For warning you about drugs and
Forgetting the most potent one
One with soft lips, fire hot skin and
Hazel eyes

I think about trouble
And you come to mind
How it troubles me you're never here
Troubles me I can't remember your voice
And you can probably recall mine