Mmmm, mmm yeah 
Mmmm

I got trouble, trouble, trouble 
Always knockin' 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 ever gets 
Give you something you won't forget 
If you wanna spell trouble, babe 
Well, send out an S.O.S 

'Cause baby's got something, 
Something you just can't ignore 
And yeah, it sure is likely, babe 
You'll keep [bad word] #39; 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 
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 

*scatting* 
 [bad word] on baby [bad word] on darling  [bad word] on sugar, ooh, yeah yeah 
Hey, ooh 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, yeah 
Yeah, I'm a whole lotta, lotta trouble, babe 
Ooh, since the day that I was born 

Oh yeah