Billy Gilman

I sleep with one eye open and
One foot on the floor and
When I see that the coast is clear
I slip right out the door
Some folks think Im trouble
Bad with a capital B
If I bust your bubble,
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
I keep one hand in my pocket
The other in the cookie jar
Im one step ahead, give me an inch
Ill take the whole nine yards.
Some folks think Im trouble (hes trouble)
Bad with a capital B
But If I bust your bubble (hes trouble)
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Im as innocent as I can be
A little bent on trickery
A little hide and seek
A little tounge in cheek
Oooooooooooooooyeah!!!
Some folks think Im trouble (trouble!)
Bad with a capitol B
If I bust your bubble (hes trouble!)
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Shamey, Shamey, Shame
Shamey, Shamey, Shame
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on
Me
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