| |
 Lyric |
 |
|
|
| |
Christina Aguilera - I Got Trouble - 2006
I've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Always knockin' at my door
Yes I'm a whole lotta touble, baby
Just like a kid in a candy store
Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe
Now 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.
Yes
this baby's got something,
Something you just can't ignore
And yeah, it sure is likely, baby
You'll keep on coming back for more
I've got a wicked taste for trouble
And I'm never, never, satisfied
Yeah I'm a whole lotta trouble, baby
And my evil ways can't hide
Oh, my, my
Well, I been itching for some trouble baby
Every single day that I'm alive
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 lots 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 never been
I'll take you out of your skin
Well I'm trouble, trouble, trouble, baby
Always knocking at my door
Yes I'm a whole lotta lotta touble, baby
Ooh, since the day that I.. was born |
|
|
|
