Tommy Got In Trouble - The Bazillions

It was a one-in-a-million chance The way that we met Now I can't seem to get His smile out of my head All that tall, dark and handsome African-ess This morning, I caught myself wondering If he was too tall for my bed Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone Oh, now you've got me writing new songs What the hell's going on? I'm doing way too much, that's how I know I'm in good, good trouble with you I'm in good, good trouble with you Just when the winter started getting cold You came along and you warmed up my bones I'm in good, good trouble with you I love to leave my lipstick all over your face I love to sit around and talk to you About music all day and every day Oh, your kiss is the cure to a Thousand lonely nights This morning, I caught myself wondering How your hands would fit on my thighs Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone You've got me writing new songs What the hell's going on? I'm doing way too much, that's how I know I'm in good, good trouble with you, yeah I'm in good, good trouble with you Just when the winter started getting cold You came along and You warmed up my bones I'm in good, good trouble with you I could feel it the moment we met And it gets better and better for real I could feel it the moment we touched That's how I know this is the real deal And what if this goes alright? I know it's kind of crazy to say But now, you got me thinking that way What if this goes our way? I'm doing way too much I'm doing way too much I'm in good trouble with you I'm in good trouble This morning, I caught myself wondering What it would it be like if we shared a place I'm doing way too much We have only known each other For seven days I'm in good, good trouble with you I'm in good, good trouble with you