Laying in wait,
biding time,
among familiar faces.


Right now, the trouble with love
is what it's got me thinking of.
Closed case, I'd packed it in -
now here we go all over again.


The trouble with love
is its refusal to accept
a change in season.

After you've sworn off taking chances,
doing dances,
forever.


Right now, the trouble with love
is what it's got me thinking of.
Waking up old memories,
playing on my sympathies.


She might creep up slowl
so you never see her coming
till it's too late.

Or grab you by the scruff and suddenly,
you can't get enough.