Having Trouble with the Language

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