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