Trouble Man

Trouble man Lives on the first floor And I know the door Because of the odour Trouble man Always indoors Never out Curtains closed of course Every time I pass that door I rush my steps more and more Trouble man It’s checkmate It’s your fate No need to speculate Trouble man Is no amateur Never seen him Might as well be her Every time I pass that door I rush my steps more and more Every time I pass that door I rush my steps more and more Every time I pass that door I rush my steps more and more