The Trouble With Girls - Scotty McCreery

The trouble with girls is their a mystery

Something about 'em puzzle’s me

Spend my whole life tryna figure out just what dem' girls are all about

The trouble with girls is there so dang pretty

Everything about 'em does something to me

Well I guess that’s the way it’s supposed to be

They smile that smile

They bat those eyes

They steal you with hello

They kill you with goodbye

They hook you with one touch, and you cant break free

Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me

Their sugar and spice and angel wings

Their hell on wheels and tight blue jeans

A summer night down by the lake, an old memory that you can’t change

Their hard to find yea there’s so many of 'em

The way you hate that you already love 'em

But I guess that’s the way its supposed to be

They smile that 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

Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me

The way they hold you out on the dancefloor

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 have gone up

And just as you walk away you hear that sweet voice say «Stay»

They smile that smile

They bat those eyes

They steal you with hello

They kill you with goodbye

Their the perfect drug and I can’t break free

Yea the trouble with girls is nobody loves trouble as much as me