I've got trouble, trouble, trouble knocking at 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 born I'm as good as it ever Give you something you won't forget If you wanna spell trouble, babe Well, send out an S.O.S
'Cause baby's got something, Something you just can't ignore yeah, it sure is likely, baby You'll keep on coming back for more
I've got a wicked taste for trouble And I'm never, never, Yeah I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby And my evil ways can't hide
Oh, my, my
Well, I've been itching for some baby Every single day that I'm alive
Come on, baby, come on darling Come on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah yeah Baby, whoa, yeah
Now listen Can't you see the way I move Can't you read in my hips There's a lot that's going on In my pocket full of tricks Got some secrets up my sleeve If you know just what I mean Got places you've never Take you out of your skin
Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby Always knocking at my door Yes I'm a whole lot of lot of trouble, baby Ooh, since the day that was born