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 supposed 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

And 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 hate, that you already love ’em

But I guess that’s the way it’s supposed 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 have 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