You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble
You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble

I’m feelin’ you ‘cross a room now baby
Sparkin’ a fuse for summer
I’m feelin’ you ‘cross that room now baby
Burnin’ another lover

You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble
You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble

Whiskey didn’t pour itself now baby
Dark in a long thin glass
Whiskey don’t pour itself now baby
Works it just won’t last

You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble
You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble

I wanna hold your hand so badly baby
Tremble burn touch and heal
Wanna hold your hand so badly baby
Paper cuts cold cold steel

You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble
You’re eight kinds of trouble now baby
You’re eight kinds of trouble


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