You know there's a certain word for people like me It don't make it right or wrong but, yeah, they like to dig in deep If you get too close I'll get you, if you let me in, I'll stay But the hardest part is finding out I'm the first to walk away With your heart, with your heart
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait And baby, I'm trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
I can't say I'm sorry for the things that I have done I get burned when I fly too high, but I'll keep heading for the sun There's a certain kind of thrill, that comes from telling lies So I cross my finger behind my back and I'll dress it up real nice For your heart, for your heart
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait And baby, I'm trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ah
Doing bad, feels so good Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked Doing bad, feels so good Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked Doing bad, feels so good Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked Doing bad, feels so good Told you from the start, your gonna get hooked
Baby, I'm trouble, the kind that makes you wait And baby, I'm trouble, you know I'll be your favorite mistake And I will swallow you whole, and spit you out because I love the taste of trouble Yeah, yeah-ah-ah-ahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
