Baby, whoa, whoa, yeah
I'm a whole lot of, lot of trouble, baby
And, yeah, it sure is likely, baby
Take you out of your skin
Just like a kid in a candy store
Give you something you won't forget
Yeah, I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby
Got some secrets up my sleeve
Come on, baby, come on, darling
Now listen, can't you see the way I move
And my evil ways can't hide, oh, my, my
'Cause baby's got something
If you know just what I mean
You'll keep on coming back for more
Can't you read it in my hips?
I've got a wicked taste for trouble
Always knocking at my door, yeah
Well, I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby
In my pocket full of tricks
Well, send out an S.O.S
Every single day that I'm alive
Always knocking at my door
Now since the day that I was born
Well, I'm as good as it ever gets
Something you just can't ignore
There's a lot that's going on
And I'm never, never satisfied
Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe
Come on, sugar, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Got places you've never been
If you wanna spell trouble, babe
Yes, I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby
Well, I've been itching for some trouble babe
