Eu Gosto É de Problema

I don't know
The way you deceive me
It's different
You get into my mind

I don't know
The way you kiss me
I think it's forever
Your taste is of someone who lies

Why is it that the cheap kiss is much better?
Why is it that those who are no good make love better?
When the heart is cold, the bed is hot
Why? Why?

I could be fine
With my schemes
But I want you because
I like trouble

I could be fine
With my schemes
But I want you because
I like trouble

If it's not to cause trouble, my mouth doesn't even kiss