Trouble In White T-Shirt

(one, two, three, four!)

She walked in late on a Friday night,

Red shoes, blue jeans,

holding on tight To a little black purse and a dangerous grin,

I knew right then I was gonna lose again.

She said, "Boy, you look like you've got plans."

I said, "Lady, I ain't that kind of man."

She laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink,

Then pulled me closer than I had time to think.

She's trouble in a white T-shirt,

Trouble from her head to her shoes,

Got a smile that can steal my money,

And a kiss I don't know how to refuse.

I oughta run, but I never learn,

She strikes a match and watches me burn— Yeah,

she's trouble in a white T-shirt,

And I'm already taking my turn.

(oh yeah!) She borrowed my car and kept it all night,

Came back laughing at a quarter to five.

Said, "Don't ask questions,

honey, just get inside."

So I did what any fool in love would do— I took

that crazy girl for another ride.

Mating call of the sax!

Mama said, "Son, she's gonna break your heart." Daddy said,

"Boy, she's been trouble from the start." I said,

"Maybe so, but here's the funny part— I kinda like the trouble."

(mmm-hmm!) She's trouble in a white T-shirt,

Trouble with a capital T,

If loving her's a bad decision,

Then bad decisions look good to me! (hahaha!)

(that's right!)