Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ace Frehley
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bill Wray
Songwriter:in
Phil Brown
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I am trouble walkin'
I'm every mother's nightmare
I am trouble walkin'
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Out on the street
There's a lesson learned
You play with fire
And you'll get burned
On the newsstand
There's another book
Out on the street what counts is
The way you look, huh
I am trouble walkin'
I'm every mother's nightmare
I am trouble walkin'
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
There ain't no doubt
I got what you need
You'll be beggin' baby
Please, please, please
Quicker that a switch
Sharper than a blade
I got you in my sights
You can't escape 'cause
I am trouble walkin'
I'm every mother's nightmare
I am trouble walkin'
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Tryna get loose
No matter where you run
No matter where you hide
Out here there's a rule you'll find
Only the strong survive, 'cause
I am trouble walkin'
I'm every mother's nightmare
I am trouble walkin'
Uh-huh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
I am trouble walkin'
I'm every mother's nightmare
I am trouble walkin', yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
It's jazz, man
Written by: Bill Wray, Phil Brown