Trouble - Bitter:Sweet

Get your back against the wall

Put your hands up, Mister Small

I am here to set you straight

I don’t have time to argue your way

Oh, give you one more chance

To get yourself off

Oh, give you one more chance

To tell me why you came

You’re trouble

Just trouble

So now you’re beating to my drum

What’s wrong?

Sweet pea, cats got your tongue

The more I begin to understand

The more I find you’re such a bad man

Oh, give you one more chance

To come clean to me

Oh, give me one more chance

To orchestrate a plan

You’re trouble

Just trouble

Oh, you have too much fun

Breaking all the wounds

Oh, maybe so much fun

I just might break them too

You’re trouble

Ooh, just trouble

Ooh, you’re trouble

Ooh, just trouble