Trouble

Whole wide world outside my door
Trouble's sweet stink thick in the misty air

My old vices and new vices too
Itching my feet
Curling my hair

What if I do?
What if I don't?

Ain't no dare I ain't chased,
But I'm tryin' so hard to be still

Every corner
Every step
Every sway of my hips and lick of my lips
Sends a dangerous vibe through the air

Can't find a place to go where it won't follow me home