Trouble - This Providence

I’m up in arms about it

Because I really wanna know your name

Oh, but my mind is crowded

With all the clever words I’ll never say

Yeah, I’m goin' down, down

She’s a girl that I might try to wrap my head around

I’m crawlin' out, out, out

Of my skin when I think about it

So, while I’m thinkin' about it, yeah

I wanna taste you

I like what I see

When you’re lookin' at me

Come closer

Oh, I wanna take you

Anywhere I want to

Dirty blonde, red shoes

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of-

You can try to hide it

Try to play it colder than ice cream

Oh, but your eyes are fightin'

Because I’m nothing like you’ve ever seen

Yeah, I’m going down, down

She’s a girl that I might try to wrap my head around

I’m crawlin' out, out, out

Of my skin when I think about it

Well, you bet I think about it, yeah

I wanna taste you

I like what I see

When you’re lookin' at me

Come closer

Oh, I wanna take you

Anywhere I want to

Dirty blonde, red shoes

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

Movin' on the double

Step into my bubble

Baby buys the bottle

Let’s get into trouble

Let’s get into trouble now

I wanna taste you

I like what I see

When you’re lookin' at me

Come closer

Oh, I wanna take you

Anywhere I want to

Dirty blonde, red shoes

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

Gonna make a mess of you

I said, I’m gonna make a mess of you