Trouble loves me

trouble needs me

two things

more than you do

or would attempt to

So, console me

otherwise, hold me

just when it seems like

everything's evened out

and the balance

seems serene

Trouble loves me

walks beside me

to chide me

not to guide me

it's still much more

than you'll do

So, console me

otherwise, hold me

just when it seems like

everythings evened out

and the balance seems serene

See the fool I'll be

still running 'round

on the flesh rampage

still running 'round

Ready with ready-wit

still running 'round

on the flesh rampage

-at your age!

go to SoHo, oh

go to waste in

the wrong arms

still running 'round

Trouble loves me

seeks and finds me

to charlatanize me

which is only

as it should be

Oh, please, fulfill me

otherwise, kill me

show me a barrel

and watch me scrape it

faced with the music

as always, I'll face it

in the half-light

so English...frowning

then at midnight I

can't get you out of my head

a disenchanted taste

still running 'round

a disenchanted taste

still running 'round