Буба Касторский

You're a troublemaker, troublemaker You ain't nothing but a troublemaker, girl You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down The way you're about to live, got my head spinning around After a drink or two, I was putty in your hand I don't know if I had the chance to stand Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name 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 My mind keeps saying run as fast as it can I say I'm good, but can you pull me back I swear you're giving me a heart attack Trouble, troublemaker, it's like you're always there In the corners of my mind I'm not there