Seven-thirty and I got nothing left to give
My hope's gone left with my joie de vivre and will to live a simple life, not for me
I don't take nothin' easy if I can do it the hard way
Oh we got a long hot summer to wince through, baby
But it didn't take long to convince you when you were only seventeen
And your heart would miss a beat for its country
And all day long you tell me
That's when trouble begins
That's when trouble begins
Waoh but if that's what you want then maybe I could prickle under your skin
Seven-forty and I got nothing left in me for small talk
Gossip or any kind of pleasantries and presently
When your heart comes crashing into me don't say I didn't warn you
Oh we got a long, hot summer to burn through, baby
And if you had any sense you'd return to
When you were only seventeen and your heart would miss a beat for its country
And all day long you tell me
That's when trouble begins
That's when trouble begins
Woah, but if that's what you want then maybe I could prickle under your skin
Ooh we got a long, hot summer to list through, baby
And I haven't got the patience to miss you
Like we were only seventeen when my heart would take a bullet for something
And all day long you tell me
That's when trouble begins
That's when trouble begins
Woah, there'll be plenty of teardrops you could soak up if you stay
I try to be faithful but you're leading me astray and the trouble with me
Is that the trouble isn't ever far away