The Trouble With Girls

The trouble with girls is they're a mystery
 Something about 'em puzzles me
 Spent my whole life tryna 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
 And they smile that smile
 And 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
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 They're sugar and spice, and angel wings
 They're hell on wheels in 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
 And they smile that smile
 And 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've gone up
 And just as you walk away
 You hear that sweet voice say, "Stay"
 They smile that smile
 And 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