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I woke up this morning feeling so fine
Swore off of women and I swore off of wine
Drank up my coffee, put on my shoes
Walked out the door whistling now I'm singing the blues
Trouble, here comes trouble
You spell it W-O-M-A-N
She winds me around her finger
And I've got troubles again
Everyone tells me that she's no good
Yeah, but she's living here in my neighborhood
There in the window of room number three
If I don't look for trouble it looks for me
Oh, trouble, here comes trouble
You spell it W-O-M-A-N
She winds me around her finger
And I've got troubles again