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My Kind of Trouble lyrics
She got the tightrope walker
To go for a stroll
The baptist preacher
Denyin' his soul
The fortune 500
Forget about rich
She stopped the executioner from
Throwin' the switch
She's my kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
I'm gonna lose it this time
She got an hour glass figure
And a glass eyeball
Got the old dry bones
All chained to the wall
I quit breathin' when
She strips her wig
My heart stops beatin' then
It snaps like a twig
She's my kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
I'm gonna lose it this time
With a rigged hurst stick
On a graveyard highway
With her tombstone trick
I gotta picture of her mug, boys
Tattooed on mine
The clock'd run backward
Just to tell her the time
She's my kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
I'm gonna lose it this time
There's good men swingin'
From the gallows pole
Senators and congressman
Shoveling coal
The cop can't see
They're pretendin they're blind
She got somethin' make
'Em all lose their mind
She's my kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
My kind of trouble
I'm gonna lose it this time
She got the tightrope walker
To go for a stroll
The baptist preacher
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- Track 8 on Wig!
- 7 Ain't Got No Dough
- 9 Somebody Told the Truth
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