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 can't hide

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.