I've trouble, trouble, trouble Always knocking at my door Yes I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby Just like a in a candy store Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe Not, since the day that I was born Well, I'm as good as it ever gets Give you something you won't If you wanna spell trouble, babe Well, send out an S.O.S
'Cause baby's got something, Something you just can't And yeah, it sure is likely, baby You'll keep on coming back for more
I've a wicked taste for trouble And I'm never, never, satisfied 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 trouble baby Every single day that 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 In my pocket full of tricks Got some secrets up my sleeve you know just what I mean Got places you've never been 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, Ooh, since the day that I.. was born