I can feel your breath on the back of my neck
As your fingers torture my palms
I can hear your voice whisper me mad
Sayin' relax little boy stay calm
I can hear you simmerin' between your eyes
With every angry word or hurt tear
Slap me with the glove of your true true love
While you teach me the meaning of fear
Here comes trouble
And trouble is all I see
Here comes trouble
But trouble looks good to me
I can taste your mouth beginnin' to purr
Sayin' "Baby's got to have some"
Do to me what you want done to you
Be everything that you need to become
You can watch me shiver at the tip of your touch
You can drive me close to insane
Teach this little guy its ok to cry
While he's learnin' the pleasure of pain
Here comes trouble
And trouble is all I see
Here comes trouble
But trouble looks good to me
Trouble looks good to me....
Do you like my kind of danger
Do you love my kind of style
Am I just another stranger
You'll be bored with after while
Feed me fingers dipped in whipped cream
Let me bite what I can not kiss
Is there anything in this fucked up world
Thats as good or as bad as this
Here comes trouble
And trouble is all I see
Here comes trouble
But trouble looks good to me
Trouble looks good to me
Trouble with a capital T
Trouble looks good to me