My Kind of Trouble Songtext - Peter Case

My Kind of Trouble - Peter Case

Case

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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