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All You Do is Trouble
03:05
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I told my baby that I’m going out tonight
He got all panicked, had this scared look in his eyes
But he didn’t say nothing, nuh uh
So I’ll keep on doing me
I’m getting ready and he’s hovering nearby
I can’t ignore it when he finally starts to sigh
So I say, “Baby, spit it out,
tell me just what’s on your mind?”
And he says,
“I can’t control you, babe
And I don’t run your life
But I don’t think that you remember
what you do on those girls’ nights.
You smash on up the bottles, scream at everyone we know
You find yourself a streetlamp and turn it into a stripper pole, oh, oh
Oh Honey, I can’t lie awake no more
Cause when you’re on out with your girls
All you do is trouble.”
I put on lipstick, yeah I’m getting all dolled up
Wearing my shortest skirt and bra with pushup cups
And I feel sexy, oh yeah
But he keeps killing my vibe
When he says,
“I can’t control you, babe
And I don’t run your life
But I don’t think that you remember
what you do on those girls’ nights.
You rip on out the screen door, and cut down the neighbour’s tree
Then you swam naked in their pool and now they still won’t talk to me, oh, oh
Oh Honey, I can’t bail you out no more
Cause when you’re on out with your girls
All you do is trouble.”
Well, I’m having second thoughts. And I got no defense
Worst of all, I realize, he’s starting to make sense.
And I say,
“I don’t wanna admit it, babe
But you just might be right
Sometimes it gets real hazy when I think of those girls’ nights.
I might’ve been arrested once, smashed up an SUV
I punched a bouncer in the face, oh god it’s coming back to me, oh, oh
Oh Honey, but I’m still gonna go. Yeah, cause I like being with my girls. And causing trouble.”
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2. |
I Love You, I'm Crazy
03:21
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I woke this morning with the greatest hangover
not from the booze, but from emotion and anger
I got all worked up last night and I lashed out
I know it’s not the way that I should be acting
I’m much too old to lose my grip on reactions
But something takes a hold of me and I let it
Sometimes I wanna act real bad
roll my eyes and be a big brat
get hopped up on just being mad
throw away the best thing I have
Sometimes I wanna act real rude
and keep on picking the same fight with you
Back and forth and back and forth
when what I really mean is that I’m sorry
I will admit that I am kind of a hot mess
You must admit that, way deep down, you do like it
You’re the yin to my yang and you straighten me out
But it’s like you’re loving two different people:
one’s sane and logical and one is pure evil
I do try to keep that side in, but she pops out
Well, sometimes I wanna act real bad
roll my eyes and be a big brat
get hopped up on just being mad
throw away the best thing I have
Sometimes I wanna act real rude
and keep on picking the same fight with you
Back and forth and back and forth
when what I really mean is that I’m sorry
And only a strong man could keep up with me
And only a saint could keep loving me
Don’t you see?
I’m saying that I love you, I’m crazy, just don’t leave me, baby
I love you, I’m crazy, just don’t leave me, baby
I love you, I’m crazy, just don’t leave me, baby
Even though
Oh! sometimes I wanna act real bad
roll my eyes and be a big brat
get hopped up on just being mad
throw away the best thing I have
Sometimes I wanna act real rude
and keep on picking the same fight with you
But, baby, baby, I love you, I’m crazy, and I’m sorry
Baby, I am sorry. I love you, and I’m sorry
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3. |
I Got the Devil in Me
03:10
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Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t even breathe, don’t do anything
You don’t wanna know me right now
You better walk away, better leave today, ain’t safe to stay, nothing you can say
And you don’t wanna know me right now
Cause I got this demon that’s been lurking inside and it’s feeling like that time she comes alive
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You better run, you better hide, no other way to make it alive
Ain’t no body safe now, ’til I’m exorcised
Well I wanna scream, I wanna yell, I’m close to tears, then mad as hell and
you don’t wanna know me right now
I got no control for the way I act, it’s like my body’s under attack and
you don’t wanna know me right now
Well, I’m just a slave and I don’t wanna be, but you can’t control biology
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
You better run, you better hide, no other way to make it alive
Ain’t no body safe now,
And when you try to calm me down,
it makes me more angry
So wait it out, until I’m released
I’m telling you now that you just can’t win
The cycle always starts up again, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
I got the devil in me,
I got the devil in me,
I got the devil in me, oh, oh
You better run, you better hide, no other way to make it alive
Ain’t nobody safe now,
Cause I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
I got the devil in me, whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ain’t nobody safe now
til I’m exorcized
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4. |
Not a Love Song
03:59
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I don’t wanna write a love song,
’cause I don’t like how it feels
I’m scared that I’m just cheapening
Something that is real
But I’ll try
How do I put
into words what I feel every second of the day?
All of the moments
Heartbeats adding up in a million ways
But I won’t deny there’s times you annoy the hell out of me
when the seat’s still up, when you leave a mess
when you wanna control the TV
See, I’m getting this all wrong already
But please be patient with me baby , cuz
I don’t wanna write a love song,
I don’t like how it feels
I’m scared that I’m just cheapening
Something that is real
I don’t wanna write the words down
and reveal what’s in my heart
But I know that you’ve been wondering
So maybe this is a start, and I’ll try
How many times
have I wrote about my broken heart?
And dig up the memories
of a bunch of guys I can’t tell apart
But all of those songs were hollow compared to you and me
When we dance in the kitchen, we talk all night, and we laugh together and tease
So , at the risk of sounding cheesy, this song’ s for you and always will be but,
I don’t wanna write a love song,
I don’t like how it feels
I’m scared that I’m just cheapening
Something that is real
I don’t wanna write the words down
and reveal what’s in my heart
But I know that you’ve been wondering, so maybe this is a start
But my tongue gets tangled up and I don’t know what to say
Some might think I’m indifferent, but I could never feel that way
Emotion inside’s just too strong, for passing mention in a song,
But you know that I’ve loved you all along
And that’s why
I don’t wanna write a love song,
’cause I don’t like how it feels
I’m scared that I’m just cheapening
Something that is real
I don’t wanna write the words down
and reveal what’s in my heart
But I know that you’ve been wondering , so maybe this is a start and I’ll try. Oh I will try. For you, I have tried.
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5. |
Checking In Solo
03:21
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Just one night out, out on my own
and it’s gonna be the finest time that I have ever known
Planned my escape to a hotel suite
Cause I really want some time alone and space where I can breathe
Checking in solo, and it’s just what I need
yes, I’m checking in solo, not what I thought it would be
cause I can’t sleep without your head lying next to me
Been counting sheep, but I still can’t find no peace
I always think that I’ll be happy, when I’m on my own
But I keep forgetting, a hotel room ain’t a home
But I’ll do this right, now that I’m here
And I’ll stay up late and sleep all day, make real life disappear
Lie in bed, with a bottle of wine
Watch trash TV, steal toiletries, and have myself a time
Checking in solo, and it’s all about me
yes, I’m checking in solo, but it’s cold and I’m lonely
cause I can’t sleep without your head lying next to me
Been counting sheep, but I still can’t find no peace
I always think that I’ll be happy, when I’m on my own
But I keep forgetting, a hotel room ain’t a home
So I’ll pack my bags, collect my things
and make my way back home
Oh and it don’t matter where I go,
the one truth that I know
Is that I can’t sleep
No, I can’t sleep
Oh, and I cannot sleep without your head lying next to me
Been counting sheep, but I still can’t find no peace
I always think that I’ll be happy, when I’m on my own
But I keep forgetting,
Oh, I keep forgetting,
a hotel room ain’t a home
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Cee Lawrence Ottawa, Ontario
Cee Lawrence is a Canadian singer-songwriter who writes funny songs about her life.
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