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Problems, problems, problems all day long
Will my problems work out right or wrong
My baby don't like anything I do
My mama seems to feel the same way too
Worries, worries pile up on my head
Woe is me, I should have stayed in bed
'Cause I can't use the car, my job ain't been so good
And my love life just ain't swingin' like it should
Problems, problems, problems
They're all on account of me lovin' you like I do
Problems, problems, problems
They won't be solved until I'm sure of you
Problems, problems, problems
They're all on account of me lovin' you like I do
Problems, problems, problems
They won't be solved until I'm sure of you
Problems, problems, problems all day long
Problems, problems, problems all day long
Problems, problems, problems all day long