| Well you might say trouble is my middle name
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| I can’t get ahead of the game
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| Runnin' on empty and I’m runnin' late
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| Bossman’s yelling won’t give me a break
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| I could write a book about getting behind
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| But there’s one kind of trouble that I don’t mind
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| She meets me after work when the sun goes down
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| She’s the kind of trouble that makes the world go 'round
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| Total strangers, even my best friends, bird-dog my baby when she walks in
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| She’s a little slice of heaven, and hell on heels
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| And never gonna walk the line
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| Oh, but she’s the kind of trouble that I don’t mind
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| We’re dancing to the band and from the time we start
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| They circle like hungry sharks
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| They’re cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em loose
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| I could get jealous but it ain’t no use
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| She can’t help it 'cause she’s so fine
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| She’s the kind of trouble that I don’t mind
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| We’re dancing to the band and from the time we start
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| They circle like hungry sharks
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| They’re cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em loose
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| I could get jealous but it ain’t no use
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| She can’t help it 'cause she’s so fine
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| She’s the kind of trouble that I don’t mind
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| She’s hanging out the window on the way back home
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| She yells at everybody just come on along
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| Party at my place just follow the truck
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| We’ll be cuttin' a rug 'til the sun comes up
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| She’s a little slice of heaven, hell on heels
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| And never gonna walk the line
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| Oh but she’s the kind of that I don’t mind |