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
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 fingers 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
Doing bad, feels so good,
Told you from the start, you're gonna get hooked
Doing bad, feels so good,
Told you from the start, you're gonna get hooked
Doing bad, feels so good,
Told you from the start, you're 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
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