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.