Hmm, yeah yeah
Hmm, mmm..
I`ve 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
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, babe
Well, send out an S.O.S., yes
`Cause baby`s got something,
Something you just can`t ignore
And yeah, 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 on sugar, 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 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 skin
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 I.. was born
Yeah, oh yeah.
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