You checked all the boxes of my "don't take home to mom" list
And if I'm being honest I've always had a thing for
Tattoos, black boots, that smooth talk Yeah, I know you're bad news But I gotta have you
Kindness was overrated jealous was suffocating
Patience just kept me waiting and waiting
** But trouble is the brown eyes under that cowboy hat looking back at me
Pulling up an old barstool seat saying "hey pretty lady, what's your drink?"
I know I shouldn't be falling, but, boy, I'm diving in
The trouble with trouble is ain't nothing good as trouble is
I think I got an issue, boy, I can't help but wish you'd
Pull me in to kiss you in front of God and everyone
One touch, I'm levitating one sip, I'm misbehaving
Your words are so persuading I love it and I hate it
