The trouble with girls is they're a mystery
 Something about em puzzles me
 Spent my whole life trying to figure out
 Just what them girls are all about

 The trouble with girls is they're so [bad word] pretty
 Everything about them does somethin' to me
 I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

 [bad word] 
 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
 Yeah the trouble with girls
 Is nobody loves trouble much as me

 They're sugar and spice and angel wings
 [bad word] on wheels in tight blue jeans
 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
 I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

 [bad word] 
 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
 Yeah the trouble with girls
 Is nobody loves trouble much as me

 The way they hold you out on the dance floor
 The way they ride in the middle of your [bad word]  The way they give you a kiss at the front door
 Leave you wishing you coulda gone up

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

 [bad word] 
 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
 Yeah the trouble with girls
 Is nobody loves trouble much as me