Oh, you sweet luring trouble!
Where haven’t I searched your kind?
Searched all corners and under pebbles,
Your kind seems hard to find.
Oh, you sweet-scented trouble!
Wearing cologne of familiar air,
How you draw me in with your whiff.
I follow your scent without a care.
Oh, you sweet suited trouble!
Dressed in an attire so formal.
With a posture so firm and admirable,
You never bring sore eyes any dismal.
Oh, you sweet sounding trouble!
Uttering words utter babble.
With sweet-nothings filling my ear,
Enticing me into this last gamble.
Oh, you sweet, sweet trouble!
With sugary treats of your own,
Your clasp shut me tight within.
You’re trouble, bad to the bone.