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 Ooh, 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