Chris Rene Trouble
I woke up to hear her on my telephone
Talking crazy, she said come over now nobody's home
I said baby, I don't know if I should go tryna take it slow
I don't need trouble but I choose it
At least that's the way it seems yeah
That girl is trouble, trouble
From her head to her toes
Oh oh oh oh, always taking off her clothes
Trouble, trouble
When her lips touch mine
Only had to happen one time
That girl is trouble, trouble
Like a sting from a bee