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 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