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 with you

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 trouble with you

I'm in good trouble with you