I don't go looking for trouble It's always coming my way But I've been looking for you And like the summer sun you welcome my day So come on, come on
I've been mistreated, I've been abused I've been struck downhearted baby, I've been confused 'Cause I know, yes I know, I've been mistreated Since my
I got more than I asked for There ain't nothin' I need I took all till I had more I'm always takin' the lead Old man shakin' dice down on the street
You got the smile of a Mona Lisa, know it all an' giving nothing away you make the sins of a vestal virgin, look nothing more that a roll in the hay.
I was raised a gambler's son And before I could walk, I had to learn how to run And I never, never ever played a loaded dice But I rolled a lot of women
: (Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale, Jon Lord & Ian Paice) I got more than I asked for, there ain't nothin' I need. I took all till I had more, I'
: (David Coverdale, Bernie Marsden) I don't go looking for trouble, It's always coming my way, But, I've been looking for you, And like the summer sun
: (David Coverdale, Micky Moody) You got the smile of a Mona-Lisa, Know it all an' giving nothing away You make the sins of a vestal virgin, Look nothing
: (Price/Walsh) Ain't no love in the heart of the city, Ain't no love in the heart of town. Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity, Ain't no love 'cos
: (David Coverdale & Bernie Marsden) I was raised a gambler's son And before I could walk, I had to learn how to run And I never, never ever Played
: (Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale) I've been mistreated, I've been abused. I've been struck downhearted, baby, I've been confused 'cause I know,
(Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale, Jon Lord & Ian Paice) I got more than I asked for, there ain't nothin' I need. I took all till I had more, I'm
(Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale) I've been mistreated, I've been abused. I've been struck downhearted, baby, I've been confused 'cause I know, yes
(David Coverdale, Micky Moody) You got the smile of a Mona-Lisa, Know it all an' giving nothing away You make the sins of a vestal virgin, Look nothing
(David Coverdale & Bernie Marsden) I was raised a gambler's son And before I could walk, I had to learn how to run And I never, never ever Played a
(Price/Walsh) Ain't no love in the heart of the city, Ain't no love in the heart of town. Ain't no love, sure 'nuff is a pity, Ain't no love 'cos you
(David Coverdale, Bernie Marsden) I don't go looking for trouble, It's always coming my way, But, I've been looking for you, And like the summer sun
