I sleep with one eye open and
One foot on the floor and
When I see that the coast is clear
I slip right out the door

Some folks think I'm trouble
Bad with a capital B
If I bust your bubble,
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me

I keep one hand in my pocket
The other in the cookie jar
I'm one step ahead, give me an inch
I'll take the whole nine yards.
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Some folks think I'm trouble (he's trouble)
Bad with a capital B
But If I bust your bubble (he's trouble)
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me

I'm as innocent as I can be
A little bent on trickery
A little hide and seek
A little tounge in cheek

Oooooooooooooooyeah!!!

Some folks think I'm trouble (trouble!)
Bad with a capitol B
If I bust your bubble (he's trouble!)
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me

Shamey, Shamey, Shame
Shamey, Shamey, Shame
Shamey, Shamey, Shame on