Trouble

She don’t want no diamond rings

No, she don’t want any bird that sings

The only thing she likes to drink

Is an ice cold beer and a whiskey neat

She’s the prettiest little thing you’ve ever seen

But she’ll burn like gasoline

When she gets mean

She’s trouble

From her head to her feet

She’s trouble

And she’s got me in deep

She’s a reckless one

Better watch out, son

Cause she’s playing for keeps

She’s T-R-O-U-B-L-E

She’s

She likes Rock ‘N Roll and rodeos

She drives a ’69 GTO

She’ll line ‘em up and knock ‘em down

She’s the baddest chick in town

There ain’t no weight above her head

And she’s making me sweat

She’s trouble

From her head to her feet

She’s trouble

And she’s got me in deep

She’s a reckless one

Better watch out, son

Cause she’s playing for keeps

She’s T-R-O-U-B-L-E

She’s

She’s trouble

From her head to her feet

She’s trouble

And she’s got me in deep

She’s a reckless one

Better watch out, son

Cause she’s playing for keeps

She’s T-R-O-U-B-L-E

She’s