[Verse 1] Straight shooter Eye on the prize I got whiskey And sinning on my mind I wanna taste you And the smoke on your lips This is a warning I kill with my hips
[Verse 2] Did they tell you I eat men for meals And how bout crush you, with these six inch heels I got you speechless And knockin' at my door I'll leave you soulless But prayin' for more
[Chorus] I am trouble The trouble in your mind Yeah, I'm trouble The unforgiving kind A different kind of crazy That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me (Hey)
[Verse 3] Mama told me not to kiss the preachers son Lord forgive me When all is done between the church views With the devil in my ear I hope his daddy Don't catch us here
[Chorus] I am trouble The trouble in your mind Yeah, I'm trouble The unforgiving kind A different kind of crazy That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me (Hey)
[Bridge] No, don't try to save me Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Hey) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (oh, ehy) Ooh-ooh, trouble, trouble Ooh-ooh
[Chorus] I am trouble The trouble in your mind Yeah, I'm trouble (Trouble) The unforgiving kind A different kind of crazy That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Yeah) T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Oh) T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me T-R-O-U-B-L-E There's always some kind of trouble with me
[Outro] T-R-O-U-B-L-E, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
