| The trouble with girls is their a mystery
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| Something about 'em puzzle’s me
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| Spend my whole life tryna figure out just what dem' girls are all about
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| The trouble with girls is there so dang pretty
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| Everything about 'em does something to me
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| Well I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be
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| They smile that smile
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| They bat those eyes
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| They steal you with hello
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| They kill you with goodbye
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| They hook you with one touch, and you cant break free
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| Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me
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| Their sugar and spice and angel wings
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| Their hell on wheels and tight blue jeans
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| A summer night down by the lake, an old memory that you can’t change
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| Their hard to find yea there’s so many of 'em
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| The way you hate that you already love 'em
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| But I guess that’s the way its supposed to be
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| They smile that smile
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| They bat those eyes
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| They steal you with hello
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| They kill you with goodbye
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| They hook you with one touch and you can’t break free
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| Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me
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| The way they hold you out on the dancefloor
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| The way they ride in the middle of your truck
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| The way they give you a kiss at the front door
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| Leave you wishing you could have gone up
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| And just as you walk away you hear that sweet voice say «Stay»
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| They smile that smile
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| They bat those eyes
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| They steal you with hello
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| They kill you with goodbye
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| Their the perfect drug and I can’t break free
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| Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me |