Текст песни Bittersweet — Trouble

Get your back against the wall
Put your hands up Mr. Small
I am here to set you straight
I dont have time to argue your way
Ohhh, give you one more chance to get yourself off
I'll give you one more chance to tell me all your plans
You're trouble
Just trouble

So now your 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
Ohh, give you one more chance to come clean
Sweet pea
Ohh, give me one more chance to orchestrate a plan

You're trouble
Just trouble

Ohhh, you have too much fun breaking all the wounds
Make it so much fun I just might break them too
You're trouble
Just trouble
Oooh, you're trouble
Mmm, just trouble