(Kix Brooks)



Well you might say trouble is my middle name

I can't get ahead of the game

Runnin' on empty and I'm runnin' late

Bossman's yelling won't give me a break

I could write a book about getting behind

But there's one kind of trouble that I don't mind 



She meets me after work when the sun goes down

She's the kind of trouble that makes the world go 'round

Total strangers, even my best friends, bird-dog my baby when she walks in

She's a little slice of heaven, and hell on heels

And never gonna walk the line

Oh, but she's the kind of trouble that I don't mind 



We're dancing to the band and from the time we start

They circle like hungry sharks

They're cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em loose

I could get jealous but it ain't no use

She can't help it 'cause she's so fine

She's the kind of trouble that I don't mind



We're dancing to the band and from the time we start

They circle like hungry sharks

They're cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em loose

I could get jealous but it ain't no use

She can't help it 'cause she's so fine

She's the kind of trouble that I don't mind



She's hanging out the window on the way back home

She yells at everybody just come on along

Party at my place just follow the truck

We'll be cuttin' a rug 'til the sun comes up

She's a little slice of heaven, hell on heels

And never gonna walk the line

Oh but she's the kind of that I don't mind