Treasure

If he looks like he's bad news
Six-foot five with a couple tattoos
A smokin' habit and a drinking problem
Sounds like he's my prince charming
Blames his shit on his checkered past
Like his DUI from his last relapse
If he spent a couple nights in the county jail
Well, somebody get me a wedding veil

I can't change 'em
I can't fix 'em
But damn, I sure can pick 'em

Pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' up em' though I know better
I'm just picking up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm picking up trash and calling it treasure

I've tried making nice with the "Yes ma'am" types
The kind I know my mama likes
But I like good times, not good manners
So I go on back on my low standards

Pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
I'm just pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure

The liars, the losers
One too many shot of whisky doers
The prescription pill abusers
Well, I always seem to choose them

And pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better

Pickin' up the tab when they ain't got no dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
I'm just pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure

I can't change 'em
I can't fix 'em
But damn, I sure can pick 'em



Credits
Writer(s): Stefanie Claire Bartlett, Mary Heather Hickman, Stefanie Joyce
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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