Lyrics Trouble - This Providence

Trouble

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