I've got trouble, trouble, trouble Always knocking my door Yes I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby like a kid in a candy store Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe Not, since the day that I was born Well, I'm as as it ever gets Give you something you won't forget If you wanna spell trouble, babe Well, send out an S.O.S
'Cause got something, Something you just can't ignore And 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, satisfied Yeah I'm a whole lot of baby And my evil ways can't hide
Oh, my, my
Well, I've been itching for some trouble baby Every single day that I'm alive
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 never been Take you out of your
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