Troubled love
I’ve finally discovered
Should’ve known it before
She’s got me in a trap and
She’s locking up the door
She cheats and then she treats me
Like I am nothing no more

I like it better on my own
You’re killing me babe
My friends and folks keep telling me
I’ve made a mistake

Mother, father all my brothers
Say you’re trouble in the house
Mama says you’re really psycho-oho-ho

You’re a [bad word] and now you got me
Doing dishes, floors and washing
What’s [bad word] of me I don’t know
 [bad word] 
I’ve had enough – troubled love
I’m walking out on you
I’ve had enough – troubled love
My trouble times are through

My friends say I’ve married
What I’ve tried to avoid
Her middle name is «trouble» [bad word] you boy
She’ll eat ya up and get ya
‘Cause she’s done it before

But I like it better on my own
You’re killing me babe
My friends and folks keep telling me
I’ve made a mistake

Mother, father all my brothers
Say you’re trouble in the house
Mama says you’re really psycho-oho-ho

You’re a [bad word] and now you got me
Doing dishes, floors and washing
What’s [bad word] of me I don’t know
 [bad word] 
I’ve got a trouble loving baby
So strange that I won’t listen baby
And let me show you what I mean