Trouble Man
Trouble man
Lives on the first floor
And I know the door
Because of the odour
Trouble man
Always indoors
Never out
Curtains closed of course
Every time I pass that door
I rush my steps more and more
Trouble man
It’s checkmate
It’s your fate
No need to speculate
Trouble man
Is no amateur
Never seen him
Might as well be her
Every time I pass that door
I rush my steps more and more
Every time I pass that door
I rush my steps more and more
Every time I pass that door
I rush my steps more and more