Talk About Trouble

Your hands ignite my face,

and they all run like a dream.

This combo hasn't worked this well

Since I was just eighteen.

Back then it was all about the face.

Now, you want to talk about trouble?

I can assure you, I'm not having any trouble.

You got me running and punching the jaw,

Laughing the bedroom and scoffing the law.

You've got a test strip, and something to tell me.

You sure do know your trouble.

I can't believe how much I gave up in life

For a girl who ain't mine with a kid that ain't mine.

My folks are on tenterhooks, my accounts on life support,

and you want to talk about trouble?