Growing, Pains

Having Trouble With The Language

(Peter Vale/Billie Myers)

Verse 1

Picture postcard honesty
In the land of hopeless dreams
That man in my sitting room
Only lives behind the screen

Oh, look at me happily
In this third party situation
A married man with a see through smile
Who’s not quite what he seems

Chorus

Oh, I’m having trouble with the language
Having trouble getting through
Haven’t learned my lessons well
So I don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that’s just my point of view

Verse 2

Andre’s such a sycophant
Who always leaves the truth behind
Always stands on the outside
No matter how hard she tries
It’s been a while, the ready smile
I’ve got to go, Oh look at the time
If only she knew, what the restless do
She would surely break down and cry

Chorus

Oh, I’m having trouble with the language
Yeah, Having trouble getting through
Haven’t learned my lessons well
So I don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that’s just my point of view
That’s just my view

Middle 8

In a storm electric,
The lightning struck his head, twice
Now I’m a vegetarian
Because the piggy in the middle is dead

Oh yeah. Oh no

Downtown at the funeral home
There’s a dark cloud over our heads
She looked better in a black suit
But he looked better… dead

Chorus

Oh, having trouble with the language
Having trouble breaking through
knock, knock, knock
Yeah, no you don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language
Do you voulez-vous?
Never catch a falling knife
Oh, that’s just my point of view

vamp out

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