I Got Trouble

I've got trouble, trouble, trouble

Always knocking at my door

Yes, I'm a whole lotta 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 ever 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, babe

You'll keep coming back for more, mmm

I've got a wicked taste for trouble

And I'm never, never, satisfied

Yeah, I'm a whole lotta trouble, baby

And my evil ways can't hide

Oh, my, my

Well, I've been itching for some trouble, babe

Every single day that I'm alive

Come on, baby

Come on, darling

Come on, sugar

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Baby, ooh, whoa, yeah

Now listen

Can't you see the way I move?

Can't you read it in my hips?

There’s lots 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, yeah

I'm a whole lot of lot of trouble, baby

Ooh, since the day that I was born, yeah

Oh, yeah