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(Kix Brooks)Well you might say trouble is my middle nameI can't get ahead of the gameRunnin' on empty and I'm runnin' lateBossman's yelling won't give me a breakI could write a book about getting behindBut there's one kind of trouble that I don't mind She meets me after work when the sun goes downShe's the kind of trouble that makes the world go 'roundTotal strangers, even my best friends, bird-dog my baby when she walks inShe's a little slice of heaven, and hell on heelsAnd never gonna walk the lineOh, but she's the kind of trouble that I don't mind We're dancing to the band and from the time we startThey circle like hungry sharksThey're cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em looseI could get jealous but it ain't no useShe can't help it 'cause she's so fineShe's the kind of trouble that I don't mindWe're dancing to the band and from the time we startThey circle like hungry sharksThey're cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em looseI could get jealous but it ain't no useShe can't help it 'cause she's so fineShe's the kind of trouble that I don't mindShe's hanging out the window on the way back homeShe yells at everybody just come on alongParty at my place just follow the truckWe'll be cuttin' a rug 'til the sun comes upShe's a little slice of heaven, hell on heelsAnd never gonna walk the lineOh but she's the kind of that I don't mind
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