Trouble In Paradise
Composer(s): W. Franke Harding - Leo Robin



Most any place can seem to be a paradise
While you embrace just the one that you adore
There needn't be an apple tree with magic powers
You need no garden filled with flowers
To taste the thrill of sweet, greed hours

Gentle perfume and cushions that are silk and soft
Two in the gloom, that is silent but for sighs
That's paradise, while arms entwine and lips are kissing
But if there's something missing, that signifies
Trouble in paradise