Having Trouble With The Language - Billie Myers

Picture post card honesty

In the land of hopeless dreams

That man in my sitting room

Only lives behind the screens

Well look at me happily

In this third party situation

A married man with the cutest smile

Is not quite what he seems

Oh, I’m having trouble with the language

Having trouble getting through

I haven’t learned my lessons well

So I don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language

Que voulez-vous?

Never catch a falling knife

But that’s just my point of view

Well Andre’s such a simple fan

Who always leaves the truth behind

Always stands on the outside

No matter how hard she tries

It’s been awhile

The ready smile

I’ve gotta go

Oh, look at the time

If only she knew what the rest must do

She would surley break down and cry

I’m having trouble with the language

Your having trouble getting through

Haven’t learned my lessons well

So I don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language

Que voulez-vous?

Never catch a falling knife

But that’s just my point of view

That’s just my belief

In a storm electric

The lightening struck his head-

Twice

Now I’m a vegitarian

Cause the pig in the middle is dead

Oh yeah

Oh no

Down town at the funeral

There’s a dark cloud over our heads

She looked better in black suit

But he looked better--dead

Having trouble with language

Having trouble breaking through

Yeah you don’t know what to do

Having trouble with the language

Que voulez-vous?

Never catch a falling knife

But that’s just my point of view

Having trouble with the language

Que voulez-vous?

Never catch a falling knife

But that’s just my point of view

I’m having trouble with the language

Having trouble getting through

I still don’t know

I don’t know what to do

Que voulez-vous?

(By the way, that’s French)

Do you know what?

(Having trouble with the language)

I’m having trouble with the language

The language