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Every night, to take a walk on high to see,
The shadows of the moonlight, when this guy,
Began to follow me, and now you see.
That's the trouble.
Then he turned my head, to my surprise,
He stared so seriously, in my eyes and said,
"Why, I'd like for you to come on home with me."
That's the trouble,
Every man I see, (that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
Taking every little thing so heavily,
That's the trouble if you wanna' let you be,
That's the trouble if you really wanna' be free.
When I did not realize, he was the,
Serious type of guy, then I read his letter
Which said "I love you! Will you marry me?"
That's the trouble,
Every man I see, (that's the trouble, that's the trouble)
Taking every little thing so heavily,
That's the trouble if you wanna' let you be,
That's the trouble if you really wanna' be free.
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