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
Guess that's the way it's supposed to be

They smile their 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 in tight blue jeans
That summer night by the lake
An old memory 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
I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

They smile their 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

Bridge:
The way they hold you out on the dance floor
The way they ride in the middle of your truck
The way they kiss you at the front door
Make you wish you could've gone up
Just as you walk away, you hear that sweet voice say…
Stay…..

They smile their 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