Woman Trouble Blues by Whitesnake
(coverdale/vandenberg)
The womans name was trouble,
She put the blame on me
I asked her what her game was,
She said "misery"
I didn't ask no questions,
I did not even pray
When the angel on my shoulder
Said I should walk away
You promised me heaven,
But, you gave me hell,
Cut me down to the bone
With your kiss and tell
Nobody listens to a word I say,
Still I'm gonna curse you, woman,
'til my dying day
I should have known better
With a girl like you
You shame the devil
With the things you do
I was blind, now I see
A lying woman be the death of me
I got woman trouble blues,
Woman trouble blues
You told me it was meant to be,
But, all you did was put the hurt on me
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