In Good Trouble

It was a one-in-a-million chance
 The way that we met
 Now I can't seem to get
 His smile out of my head
 All that tall, dark and handsome African-ess
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 If he was too tall for my bed
 Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone
 Oh, now you've got me writing new songs
 What the hell's going on?
 I'm doing way too much, that's how I know
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 Just when the winter started getting cold
 You came along and you warmed up my bones
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I love to leave my lipstick all over your face
 I love to sit around and talk to you
 About music all day and every day
 Oh, your kiss is the cure to a
 Thousand lonely nights
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 How your hands would fit on my thighs
 Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone
 You've got me writing new songs
 What the hell's going on?
 I'm doing way too much, that's how I know
 I'm in good, good trouble with you, yeah
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 Just when the winter started getting cold
 You came along and
 You warmed up my bones
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I could feel it the moment we met
 And it gets better and better for real
 I could feel it the moment we touched
 That's how I know this is the real deal
 And what if this goes alright?
 I know it's kind of crazy to say
 But now, you got me thinking that way
 What if this goes our way?
 I'm doing way too much
 I'm doing way too much
 I'm in good trouble with you
 I'm in good trouble
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 What it would it be like if we shared a place
 I'm doing way too much
 We have only known each other
 For seven days
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 
 It was a one-in-a-million chance
 The way that we met
 Now I can't seem to get
 His smile out of my head
 All that tall, dark and handsome African-ess
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 If he was too tall for my bed
 Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone
 Oh, now you've got me writing new songs
 What the hell's going on?
 I'm doing way too much, that's how I know
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 Just when the winter started getting cold
 You came along and you warmed up my bones
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I love to leave my lipstick all over your face
 I love to sit around and talk to you
 About music all day and every day
 Oh, your kiss is the cure to a
 Thousand lonely nights
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 How your hands would fit on my thighs
 Oh, now you've got me talking on the phone
 You've got me writing new songs
 What the hell's going on?
 I'm doing way too much, that's how I know
 I'm in good, good trouble with you, yeah
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 Just when the winter started getting cold
 You came along and
 You warmed up my bones
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I could feel it the moment we met
 And it gets better and better for real
 I could feel it the moment we touched
 That's how I know this is the real deal
 And what if this goes alright?
 I know it's kind of crazy to say
 But now, you got me thinking that way
 What if this goes our way?
 I'm doing way too much
 I'm doing way too much
 I'm in good trouble with you
 I'm in good trouble
 This morning, I caught myself wondering
 What it would it be like if we shared a place
 I'm doing way too much
 We have only known each other
 For seven days
 I'm in good, good trouble with you
 I'm in good, good trouble with you