She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt
We disagree when I ain`t spoken a word
She calls an end to what ain`t given a start…
This girl is trouble.
I`ve a guardian angel that`s turned out bad
And glad to see me fall
So my bed of roses is my bed of nails
And we could`ve had it all.
She swares it`s black when she can see that it`s white
An empty room and yes she`ll still start a fight
Give her an inch and she`ll be way out of sight…
This girl is trouble.
You make her coffee and she argues it`s tea
The combat zone comes to her too easily
With her alone you know you`d win world war three…
This girl is trouble.