Friday 29 May 2009 photo 1/1
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I've got trouble, trouble, trouble. Always knockin' at my door, Yes, I'm a whole lot of 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
This baby's got something, Something you just can't ignore. And yeah, it sure is likely, babe. You'll keep on comin' back for more.
I've got a wicked taste for trouble, And I'm never, never, satisfied. Yeah, I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby. And my evil ways can't hide..
This baby's got something, Something you just can't ignore. And yeah, it sure is likely, babe. You'll keep on comin' back for more.
I've got a wicked taste for trouble, And I'm never, never, satisfied. Yeah, I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby. And my evil ways can't hide..
Annons