Christina Aguilera

Hmm, yeah yeah
Hmm, mmm..
I've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Always knocking at my door
Yes I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby
Just like a kid in a candy store
Well, I'm nothing but trouble, babe
Not since the day that I was born
Well, I'm as good as it gets
Give you something you won't forget
If you wanna spell trouble, babe
Well, tonight it is the right way
'Cause baby's got something,
Something you just can't ignore
And yeah, it sure is likely, baby
You'll keep coming back for more
I've got a wicked taste for trouble
And I'm never, never, satisfied
Yeah I'm a whole lot of trouble, baby
And my evil ways kill life
Oh, my, my