I took my bucket down to the well   There's a [unverified] woman, sweet mystery   She let the rope fall down in the well   Like it was meant to be      She put the jug upon her head   Walked with her back to the wind   I followed her tracks the moment she said   "Why don't you come in?"      She killed the light   She dropped her glove   She said, "Are you looking for trouble   Or looking for love, love, love?"      I woke in the morning dying of thirst   Headed straight back to the well   There she was with a jug on her head   The rope had just fell      The well in her eyes was deep and black   With no question or answer   She wiped my brow and I followed her back   To the Tropic of Cancer      She killed the light   She dropped her glove   She said, "Are you looking for trouble   Or looking for love, love, love?"