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