Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now

No chip on my shoulder
I know what's good for me
No fairy tales, no fantasy
My cup runneth over with comfortable misery
The way it is is supposed to be

But your blue sky and your brown eyes are ruining all of my plans
I'm a closed door, but when I hold your hands
All of me comes spilling out, I'm in trouble now

Oh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now
Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now

Maintain my composure is all that I ever do
Now I can't seem to find it under the thoughts of you

'Cause your blue sky and your brown eyes are ruining all of my plans
I'm a closed door, but when I hold your hands
All of me comes spilling out, I'm in trouble now

Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now
Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now

But your blue skies and your brown eyes are ruining all of my plans
I'm a closed door, but when I hold your hands
All of me comes spilling out
All of me is spilling out, I'm in trouble now

Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now
Ooh, trouble, trouble
Ooh, trouble now