The Trouble With Girls

The trouble with girls is they're a mystery
Something about 'em puzzles me
Spent my whole life tryna 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 supposed to be

And they smile that smile
And 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
They're hell on wheels in 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 hate that you already love 'em
But I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

And they smile that smile
And 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
And 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



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher G. Tompkins, Phillip Brian White
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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