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. 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 Me