No matter how hard I try
Can't keep out of trouble and I don't know why
Why do the forbidden fruits
Always hang extra low
I try to resist but I can't say, no, no, no
Extra low, low, low
Oh, they're hanging low, low, low
And I get that glow
I'm always gettin' into trouble
It's not like I'm looking out for danger
But I like to flirt with strangers
With intentions of an angel
Really, I don't mean to let anybody on
But somehow they always get me wrong
Really, really, I'm a good girl
But I like sugary things and spices
That light up my eyes
But they come with surprises
That are not as nice I imagine initially
And then they come back and mess with me
No matter how hard I try
Can't keep out of trouble and I don't know why
Why do the forbidden fruits
Always hang extra low
I try to resist but I can't say, no, no, no
Extra low, low, low
Oh, they're hanging low, low, low
And I get that glow
I was running late to work
When I saw these colorful flashy signs
They were messing with my mind
I was not inclined but
One thing led to another and before anyone could stop me
I was spinning in a champagne soirée
The world is full of temptations
If you've got qualifications to get lured into mischief and toil
Two parts coincidence, one part faith
You never know how the witches brew boils
Sometimes the cookies that look sweet and delicious
Are already spoiled