got trouble, trouble, trouble Always 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 since the day that I was born 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, baby You'll 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 trouble, baby And my evil ways can't hide
Oh, my, my
Well, I've been itching for some trouble baby Every day that I'm alive
Come on, baby, come on darling Come on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah Baby, whoa, whoa, yeah
Now listen Can't you see the way I move you read it 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 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 lot of trouble, baby Ooh, since the day that I.. was born