There's Trouble Brewin'

Not a creature was stern, not even a mouse. My baby came home, I asked where she was. She grimmed and said that she was out of width. Her whole Santa Claus, her heart, this trouble brewing now.

Her whole hair were in the struggle brewing now. Her whole hair, the snorze white. So chrisven white. But I've got this trouble brewing, trouble brewing tonight At past 12, I'm feeling low I'm a win for this cat Who said my baby's hot again From what I hear, he's a dressin' red He's a comin' down my chimney

That's what my baby said Oh, there's a trouble brewing now Oh, yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah, well, yeah Oh, oh, oh, yeah He don't know, Vic He don't dig, Vic But he has a mixin' and a mixin' less I'll disappear, huh I creeped my window. I'm there in the sky. I see this cat. He's a flying by. He's

urgled my path. I think he's a goof. Cuz with a rain near, he tried to land on