Straight shooter eye on the prize
I got whiskey and sinning on my mind
I wanna taste you and the smoke on your lips
This is a warning I kill with my hips

Did they tell you I eat men for meals
And how bout crush you
With these six inch heels
I got you speechless and knockin' at my door
I'll leave you soulless but prayin' for more

I am trouble the trouble in your mind
Yeah, I'm trouble the unforgiving kind
A different kind of crazy
That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-r-o-you-b-l-e
There's always some kind of trouble with me
(Hey)

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh (hey)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh (hey)

Mama told me not to kiss the preachers son
Lord forgive me
When all is done between the church views
With the devil in my ear I hope his daddy
Don't catch us here

I am trouble the trouble in your mind
Yeah, I'm trouble the unforgiving kind
A different kind of crazy
That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-r-o-you-b-l-e
There's always some kind of trouble with me
(Hey)

No, don't try to save me
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh (hey)
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh (oh, hey)
Ooh ooh, trouble, trouble ooh ooh

I am trouble the trouble in your mind
Yeah, I'm trouble (trouble)
The unforgiving kind
A different kind of crazy
That I was born to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E (yeah)
T-R-O-U-B-L-E (oh) T-R-O-U-B-L-E

There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
There's always some kind of trouble with me
T-R-O-U-B-L-E, yeah