I've got trouble, trouble, trouble Always knocking my door Yes I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby Just like a kid in a candy store Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe Not, since the day that I was Well, I'm as good as it ever gets Give you something you won't forget If you wanna spell trouble, babe Well, send out S.O.S
'Cause baby's got something, Something you just can't ignore And yeah, it sure is likely, You'll keep on coming back for more
I've got a wicked taste for trouble And I'm never, never, satisfied Yeah I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby And my ways can't hide
Oh, my, my
Well, I've been for some trouble baby Every single day that I'm alive
Come on, baby, come darling Come on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah yeah Baby, whoa, whoa, yeah
Now listen Can't you see the way I move Can't you read it in my hips There's a lot that's going on In my pocket of tricks Got some secrets up my sleeve If you know just what I mean Got places you've never been Take you out of skin
Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby Always knocking at my door Yes I'm a lot of lot of trouble, baby Ooh, since the day that I.. was born