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She got the tightrope walker

To go for a stroll

The baptist preacher Â

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

She drives a mean '32

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

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