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