You knew I were trouble when I walked in (oh)
So shame on you now
Flew you to places you'd never been
'Til I put you down, oh
You knew I were trouble when I walked in
So shame on you now
Flew you to places you'd never been, yeah
Now you're lyin' on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh (yeah)
Trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh
Trouble, trouble, trouble
I'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings
Don't you know the vibe? Don't you know the feeling?
You should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling
That's your prize, that's your prize
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