Trouble With a Capital T

She turned my head around, the moment she walked in
Then I got busted, when she looked back again
I could tell right away, she was too good to be true
And everybody told me, boy, she'll be the death of you

They said she's trouble, trouble with a capital T
Yeah, she's trouble; that's all she'll ever be
She may look fine, but she's nothing but trouble for me

She treats me pretty bad; she can be a little mean
But she might be the best looking woman, this man's ever seen
My friends all think I'm crazy, but they just don't know
She's going for outrageous; she's just putting on a show

They said she's trouble, trouble with a capital T
Yeah, she's trouble; that's all she'll ever be
She may look fine, but she's nothin' but trouble for me

One night a fifth of gin, goes flyin' by my ear
She said, boy, you're no good; you gotta get outta here
And you know what she did next? Aw, she calls up the cops
And she tells them boys in blue, it was all my damn fault

I guess she's trouble, trouble with a capital T
Yeah, she's trouble; that's all she'll ever be
She may look fine, but she's nothing but trouble for me

So, the next time you're alone, and a pretty girl comes around
You just remember, all the trouble that I found
And I know you might think, you know just what they'll do
But I'm here to tell you, boys; it won't end well for you

'Cause they're all trouble, trouble with a capital T
They're all trouble; that's all they'll ever be
They may look fine, but they're nothing but trouble for me
Yeah, they all look fine, but they're nothing but trouble for me



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Writer(s): Arthur Kenyon, Jr.
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