Trouble is a Friday night when I'm feeling lonelyTrouble is too much time on my hands with you in my headTrouble is a one-off eyeball when I'm already late and it's last callTrouble is nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m.Stumble out of that red door, hop into a cabFeeling a little bit crazy, feeling like I wanna be fedAin't going home till I check a few more sins off my listIf you're looking for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna beWhere trouble isTrouble is a guy with a guitar in the next barTrouble is I don't even have to know his nameTrouble is a rebound now when it's looking like there's gonna be a catfightTrouble is ain't no girl gonna stand in my wayStumble out of that back door, hop into a cabFeeling a little bit crazy, feeling like I wanna be fedAin't going home till I check a few more sins off my listIf you're looking for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna beWhere trouble isTrouble isStumble out of his front door, hop into a cabFeeling a little bit crazy, feeling a little bit fedI'm going home to sleep off maybe one or two regedsIf you're looking for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna beWhere trouble is