Trouble Lyrics - 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