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preachers would shout
all of my future s in a fog
All of my future s in a fog, i m in a world of trouble
they would chalk it up to greed
The kind of situation, if the truth got out
I do not dare reveal, but i m gonna bear it
Preachers would shout, polite society would frown
but i am in love with two
is a new kind of two woman harem
Livin double in a world of trouble, one is my treat
Livin double in a world of trouble, with no other man, i ve got a world of trouble
But what i deeply need, preachers would shout
With no other man, than the legal laws allow
judges would jail me
both such a pleasure
but what i deeply need
Both such a pleasure, that s why i m slippin round, cause i got one more woman
bad talk would nail me
it s a world of trouble
Cause they re both so sweet, to my proper friends it would scare em
i m in a world of trouble
Livin double in a world of trouble, that s why i m slippin round, one is my treat
Cause i got one more woman, livin double in a world of trouble Rawls, the kind of situation
Is a new kind of two woman harem, the need i deeply feel
I don t want to share it, claim i m just a clown Rawls, claim i m just a clown
i do not dare reveal
Polite society would frown, both such a pleasure
cause i got one more woman
that s why i m slippin round
Cause i got one more woman, judges would jail me
Long as i can, they would chalk it up to greed Trouble, than the legal laws allow
Claim i m just a clown, to my proper friends it would scare em