The Trouble With Girls

The Trouble with Girls is
They're a mystery
Something about 'em puzzles me
spent my whole life trying
to figure out
just what them girls are
all about
the trouble with girls is
they're so dang pretty
everything about 'em
does something to me
but i guess that's the way
It's suppose to be
They smile that smile
they bat those eyes
they steal you with hello
they kill you with goodbye
they hook you with one touch
and you can't break free
yeah, the trouble with girls
is nobody loves trouble
as much as me
They're sugar and spice
and angel wings
hell on wheels
and tight blue jeans
a summer night down by the lake
an old memory that you
can't shake
they're hard to find yet there's so
many of 'em
the way that you that that you
already love 'em
but I guess that they way
It's suppose to be
They smile that smile
they bat those eyes
they steal you with hello
they kill you with goodbye
they hook you with one touch
and you can't break free
yeah, the trouble with girls
is nobody loves trouble
as much as me
The way they hold you
out on the dance floor
the way they ride in the
middle of your truck
the way they give you a kiss
at the front door
leave you wishing you
could've gone up
and just as you walk away
you hear that sweet
voice say, stay
they smile that smile
they bat those eyes
they steal you with hello
they kill you with goodbye
they're the perfect drug
and I can't break free
yeah, the trouble with girls
is nobody loves trouble
as much as me