I Got Trouble

I got trouble, trouble, trouble

always knockin' at my door.

Yes, I'm a (Db7)whole lotta trouble,

baby, just like a kid in a (Ab7)candy store.

Well, I'm (Eb7)nothin' but trouble, babe,

(Db7)now, since the day that I was born.

(Ab7)Well, I'm as (Ab)good as it ever gets;

give you (Ab)something you won't forget.

If you (Ab)wanna spell trouble, babe,

well, send (Ab7)out an S.

O. S., yes.

This (Db7)baby's got something,

something you just can't (Ab7)ignore.

And (Eb7)yeah, it sure is likely,

babe, (Db7)you'll keep on coming back for (Ab7)more.

Mm hm.

I've got a wicked taste for trouble,

and I'm never never satisfied.

Yeah, I'm a (Db7)whole lotta trouble,

baby, and my evil ways (Ab7)can't hide.

Oh, my my.

Well, I been (Eb7)itchin' for some trouble,

babe, (Db7)ev'ry single day that I'm alive.

(Ab7)wicked taste for trouble,

and I'm never never satisfied.

Yeah, I'm a (Db7)whole lotta trouble,

baby, and my evil ways (Ab7)can't hide.

Oh, my my.

Well, I been (Eb7)itchin' for some trouble,

babe, (Db7)ev'ry single day that I'm alive.

(Ab7)Can't you (Ab)see the way I move?

Can't you (Ab)read it in my hips?

There's (Ab)lots that's goin' on

in my (Ab)pocket full of tricks.

Got some (Ab)secrets up my sleeve,

if you (Ab)know just what I mean.

Got (Ab)places you never been;

take you (Ab7)out of your skin.

Well, I'm (Db7)trouble, trouble, trouble, baby,

always knockin' at my (Ab7)door.