Mr Trouble
Mr. Trouble
They call me Mr. Trouble
‘Cause I’m good at finding kicks
You’re young miss goody two shoes
A square with no bag of tricks
I want to be a good man
Just one who is more mature
A person who makes a stand
And doesn’t fall on the floor
We only come out to kiss
When the summer fog is thick
Love is much stronger than this
And certainly not as sick
I’m a cynic with no pride
You’re a girl brought up by hicks
You’re private on the right side
I’m a guy who likes wild chicks
Yet our love has been so real
You say you truly love me
As I veer towards your calm trail
To your life of faith and glee
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