This Providence - Trouble Lyrics
I'm up in arms about itBecause I really wanna know your nameOh, but my mind is crowdedWith all the clever words I'll never sayYeah, I'm goin' down, downShe's a girl that I might try to wrap my head aroundI'm crawlin' out, out, outOf my skin when I think about itSo, while I'm thinkin' about it, yeahI wanna taste youI like what I seeWhen you're lookin' at meCome closerOh, I wanna take youAnywhere I want toDirty blonde, red shoesGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of-You can try to hide itTry to play it colder than ice creamOh, but your eyes are fightin'Because I'm nothing like you've ever seenYeah, I'm going down, downShe's a girl that I might try to wrap my head aroundI'm crawlin' out, out, outOf my skin when I think about itWell, you bet I think about it, yeahI wanna taste youI like what I seeWhen you're lookin' at meCome closerOh, I wanna take youAnywhere I want toDirty blonde, red shoesGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youMovin' on the double,Step into my bubble,Baby buys the bottle,Let's get into troubleLet's get into trouble nowI wanna taste youI like what I seeWhen you're lookin' at meCome closerOh, I wanna take youAnywhere I want toDirty blonde, red shoesGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youGonna make a mess of youI said, I'm gonna make a mess of you
