TROUBLE  
(UK Radio Version)
©  2015 Written by Charly / Ann Bailey / Matt Greaves 
Lately you've been taking care of trouble with your sister
Saying really sorry, tonight I can't take you to dinner
Late again, another friend's got trouble with their transmission
When I call you, voice mail, cuz you forgot to turn on your ringer
But I know what trouble looks like
Trouble's got
Blue eyes, red hair, body like hell, legs up to there in her 
Rock Studs where I stood
458 horses under the hood she's got 
That smile, those lips and when they're red your sanity slips
You better get here on the double, boy you're in trouble
Boy you don't know trouble no
Baby we were happy but you had to go and play with fire
Spare me all the details my eyes couldn't be any wider
So trust me, my sanity ain't somethin' that you wanna mess with
So get ready to play with me a game that's gonna keep you guessing
Cuz I know your trouble tonight
And it's not just
Blue eyes, red hair, body like hell, legs up to there
In her Rock Studs where I stood
458 horses under the hood she's got 
That smile, those lips and when they're red your sanity slips
You better get here on the double, boy you're in trouble
Boy you don't know trouble no 
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice ya, I got a message for you
I figured it out - you love your trouble
What you don't know yet is real trouble's got
Green eyes, blond hair the face of an angel with a devil in there in her
Thigh-highs, tight skirt if you like the view it's only gonna get worse
Sweet smile, those hips gonna break your heart and put an end to this
You better get here on the double, boy you're in trouble
Honey you don't know trouble, no you don't
You don't know trouble no 
You better get here on the double, boy you're in trouble