Troublemaker (Pop)

You're a troublemaker, you're a troublemaker 
You ain’t nothing but a troublemaker girl 

You had me hooked again 
From the minute you sat down 
The way you bite your lip 
Got my head spinnin' around 
After a drink or two 
I was putty in your hands 
I don't know if I have the strength to stand 

Oh oh oh 
Trouble troublemaker yeah 
That's your middlename 
Oh oh oh 
I know you're no good 
But you're stuck in my brain 
And I wanna know 
Why does it feel so good 
But hurt so bad 
Oh oh oh 
My mind keeps saying 
Run as fast as you can 
I say I'm done 
But then pull me back 
Oh oh oh 
I swear you're giving me a heart attack 
Troublemaker 

It's like you're always there in the corners of my mind 
I see a silhouette every time I close my eyes 
There must be poison in those finger tips of yours 
Cos I keep comin' back again for more 

Maybe I'm insane 
Cos I keep doing the same [bad word] thing 
Think one day we gonna change 
But you know just how to work that back 
And make me forget my name 
What the hell you do 
I won't remember 
I'll be gone until November 
And you'll show up again next summer 
Yeah yeah yeah 
Typical middle name is Prada 
Fit you like a glove girl 
I'm sick of the drama 
But [bad word] girl it's like I love the trouble 
And I can't even explain why