Monday morning I woke up I was hungover
to the cup so I sat down on the floor
Pack my suitcase full of booze put on
my new shoes and walked out the door.
I
call a yellow cab to come and pick me up and
take me to the airport I think I forgot to eat
and to brush my teeth but I have my passport.
Girl,
here comes trouble
love, love, love, love, love, love in a bottle.
So girl,
are you ready for love, hate, heartbreak
and kisses in the big apple?
This is the longest hour,
the plane don't have a shower and I
feel pretty bad.
Watching a Clooney DVD,
wish my girl would be happy I would hate
to see her sad.
Far away from my home,
the captain's on the speakerphone telling me we're about to land.
And here comes the turbulence,
I'm about to lose my sense.
This didn't go as planned.
Hey girl,
here comes trouble love,
love,
love,
love,
love,
love in a bottle.
So girl,
are you ready for love,
hate,
heartbreak and kisses in the big apple?
I'm waiting at the baggage claim,
my legs are feeling kind of lame,
every bag looks the same.
My girl,
she is always late,
I think she loves to make me wait but she's still my soulmate.
Girl,
here comes trouble love,
love,
love,
love,
love,
love in a bottle.
So girl,
are you ready
for love,
hate,
heartbreak and kisses in the big apple?
Love, love, love, love, love, love in a bottle.
So girl,
are you ready for love,
hate,
heartbreak and kisses in the big apple?