I've got trouble, trouble, trouble, always knocking at 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 good as it gets, give you something you won't forget, if you wanna spell trouble, baby, well, tonight it is the right way.
'Cause baby's got something, something you just can't ignore, And it sure is likely, baby, you'll keep 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 evil ways kill life.
Oh, my, my.
Well, I've been itching for some trouble baby, every single day that I'm alive.
(scat)
Come on, baby, come on, darling, Come to me, 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 pockets full of tricks. got some secretss up my sleeve if you know just what I mean got places you've never been take you out of your skin
I've got trouble, trouble, trouble, always knocking at my door, Yes I'm a whole lot of lot of trouble, baby, Ooh, since the day that I.. was born.
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