Trouble - Дима Билан

The way she wear it is dangerous

She walk around me like a predator

And I’m something to eat (eat, eat)

Nothing to her but a treat (treat, treat)

Something she play with and leave alone

And I can’t help it but to let her use me

Every little thing about her says she’s trouble (trouble)

And every little thing she do just makes me want her more

More and more

She melts, melts herself all over me (me, me)

As sexy candle but so much hotter

Pain is just pleasure with the volume up

I want it louder

I’m spending all my money on her

No matter where I go there she is

Half-naked waiting for me (waiting for me)

Waiting for me (waiting for me, oh)…

Every little thing about her says she’s trouble (trouble)

And every little thing she do just makes me want her more

More and more

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Every little thing about her says she’s trouble (trouble)

And every little thing she do just makes me want her more

Oh, every little thing about her says she’s trouble (trouble)

And every little thing she do just makes me want her more

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