I Got Trouble

Hmm, yeah yeahHmm, mmm..

I've got trouble, trouble, troubleAlways knocking at my doorYes I'm a whole lot of trouble, babyJust like a kid in a candy storeWell, I'm nothing but trouble, babeNot since the day that I was bornWell, I'm as good as it getsGive you something you won't forgetIf you wanna spell trouble, babeWell, send out an S.O.S., yes

'Cause baby's got something,Something you just can't ignoreAnd yeah, it sure is likely, babyYou'll keep coming back for more

I've got a wicked taste for troubleAnd I'm never, never, satisfiedYeah I'm a whole lot of trouble, babyAnd my evil ways can't hide

Oh, my, my

Well, I've been itching for some trouble babyEvery single day that I'm alive

[scat]

Come on, baby, come on darlingCome on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah yeahBaby, whoa, whoa, yeah

Now listenCan't you see the way I moveCan't you read it in my hipsThere's a lot that's going onIn my pocket full of tricksGot some secrets up my sleeveIf you know just what I meanGot places you've never beenTake you out of your skin

Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, babyAlways knocking at my doorYes I'm a whole lot of lot of trouble, babyOoh, since the day that I.. was born

Yeah, oh yeah.