the trouble with girls

Scotty Mccreery

The trouble with girls is theyââ?¬â?¢re a mystery
Something about ââ?¬Ë?em puzzles me
Spent my whole life trying to figure out
Just what them girls are all about

The trouble with girls is theyââ?¬â?¢re so dang pretty
Everything about ââ?¬Ë?em does something to be
Guess thatââ?¬â?¢s the way itââ?¬â?¢s supposed to be

They smile their smile, they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello, they kill you with goodbye
They hook you with one touch, and you canââ?¬â?¢t break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls is
Nobody loves trouble as much as me

Theyââ?¬â?¢re sugar and spice and angel wings
Hell on wheels in tight blue jeans
That summer night by the lake
An old memory you canââ?¬â?¢t shake

Theyââ?¬â?¢re hard to find, yet thereââ?¬â?¢s so many of 'em
The way that you hate that you already love ââ?¬Ë?em
I guess thatââ?¬â?¢s the way itââ?¬â?¢s supposed to be

They smile their smile, they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello, they kill you with goodbye
They hook you with one touch, and you canââ?¬â?¢t break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls is
Nobody loves trouble as much as me

Bridge:
The way they hold you out on the dance floor
The way they ride in the middle of your truck
The way they kiss you at the front door
Make you wish you couldââ?¬â?¢ve gone up
Just as you walk away, you hear that sweet voice sayââ?¬¦
Stayââ?¬¦..

They smile their smile, they bat those eyes
They steal you with hello, they kill you with goodbye
They hook you with one touch, and you canââ?¬â?¢t break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls is
Nobody loves trouble as much as me