Trouble

You know there’s a certain word for people like me

It don’t make it right or wrong

But yeah they like to dig in deep

If you get too close I’ll getcha, if you let me in I’ll stay

But the hardest part is finding out I’m the first to walk away

With your heart, with your heart

Baby I’m trouble, the kind that makes you wait

And baby I’m trouble

You know I’ll be your favourite mistake

And I will swallow you whole

And spit you out just cause I love the taste of trouble

Yeah, yeah, ah

I can’t say I’m sorry for the things that I have done

I get burned when I fly too high

But I’ll keep heading for the Sun

There’s a certain kind of thrill, that comes from telling lies

So I cross my finger behind my back and I’ll dress it up real nice

For your heart, for your heart

Baby I’m trouble, the kind that makes you wait

And baby I’m trouble

You know I’ll be your favourite mistake

And I will swallow you whole

And spit you out just cause I love the taste of trouble

Yeah, yeah, ah

Doing bad, feels so good, told you from the start

Your gonna get hooked

Doing bad, feels so good, told you from the start

Your gonna get hooked

Doing bad, feels so good, told you from the start

Your gonna get hooked

Doing bad, feels so good, told you from the start

Your gonna get hooked

Baby I’m trouble, the kind that makes you wait

And baby I’m trouble

You know I’ll be your favourite mistake

And I will swallow you whole

And spit you out just cause I love the taste of trouble

Yeah, yeah, ah