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Problems, problems, problems all day long Will my problems work out right or wrong? My baby don't like anything I do The preacher seems to feel the same way too Worries, worries pile up on my head Woe is me, I should have stayed in bed Can't drive the car 'cause the brakes don't work that good My love life just ain't swinging like it should Problems, problems, problems They're all on account of me lovin' you like I do Problems, problems, problems They won't be solved until I'm sure of you, you Problems, problems, problems all day long Will my problems work out right or wrong? Baby don't like anything I do My preacher seems to feel the same way too Worries, worries pile up on my head Woe is me, I should have stayed in bed I can't use the car 'cause the brakes don't work that good My love life just ain't swingin' like it should, oh Problems, problems, problems They're all on account of me lovin' you like I do, yeah Problems, problems, problems They won't be solved until I'm sure of you You can solve my problems with a love that's true You can solve my problems with a love that's true, yep, yep, yep You can solve my problems with a love that's true
Writer(s): Boudleaux Bryant, Felice Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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