The Trouble With Love (feat. Aya Yves) - Boy George & Culture Club

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(Wanna give it up Gotta give it up Can't give it up) Oh mama oh oh The money's run out And I'm a hungry man Oh mama oooo You see I-I'm a hurtin' man I was just a boy When they told me "God love ya" "You're insane" Here I am Pistol in my hand Judge and jury One the same I got Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah I got Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah And I'm never ever gonna shake it Shake it Trouble with the sweet stuff Trouble with the sweet stuff Bang bang They shot me down Caught me Robbing the bank again Say I'm crazy I'm a desperate man Nah right (c'mon) Daddy's in the junk shop Alley babe Tryin' to some that stuff I said I can't believe it (ooh give it up) Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah I got Trouble with the sweet stuff And I'm never Ever gonna shake it Shake it Don't wanna give it up Don't wanna give it up Yeah Shake it Gotta give it up Don't wanna give it up Don't wanna give it up Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah Mommy's in the graveyard Pushed her oh so long Baby ain't cryin' Cradles cold, long gone And me mama, mama Yes when the situation Breaks down You've got trouble trouble Bang bang They shot me down Caught me robbin d' bank again (Are you crazy) Baby oh yeah I'm a desperate man Daddy, in the junk shop Alley babe Tryin' to smoke that stuff And me Never gonna shake it Baby yeah (Ooh give it up) Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah I got Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah Trouble with the sweet stuff Baby And I'm never Never, never, never, ever Gonna shake it I want (Don't wanna give it up) Trouble with the sweet stuff yeah Believe me babe (Shake it Can't give it up Come on and shake it) Yeah (Daddy's in the junk shop alley babe Tryin' to smoke that stuff oh yeah) Yeah, gonna shake it (Can't give it up Can't give it up) Do you feel pain The same way I feel pain babe (Give it up) Breathe the same air I gotta give it up (Wanna give it up Can't give it up Gotta give it up) Give it up Give it up

Can I thank you for your good advice It went in one ear and out the other When I scream at you, you switch off inside I feel the same, so tell me why I do it I met a man Who owns satellites And it got me thinkin' About isolation Isolation Isolation Isolation Thinkin' 'bout isolation Can I touch you in the deeper sense There are no rewards for simple humanity If I bite you back, what do I get The space inside, the emptiness I met a man Who owns satellites And it got me thinkin' About isolation Isolation Isolation Isolation Thinkin' 'bout isolation You don't know how it feels to be here without you You don't know how it feels to feel alone I met a man Who owns satellites And it got me thinkin' About isolation Isolation (isolation, isolation) Isolation (isolation, isolation) Isolation (isolation, isolation) Thinkin' 'bout isolation Isolation Isolation Isolation Thinkin' 'bout isolation