My Kind of Trouble Songtext
von Peter Case

We gonna do, my kind of trouble
It′s like
She got the tightrope walker
Go for a stroll
Baptist preacher
Denied her soul
Fortune 500
Forget about rich
She stopped the executioner
From throwin' the switch


Well she got an hour glass figure
Got a glass eyeball
She got the old dry bones
All chained up to the wall
I quit breathin′
When she strips her wig
You know, my heart stops beatin'
Then it snaps like a twig
Yeah, my kind of trouble
Woah, in my kind of trouble
Woah, she's my kind of trouble
Oh yeah, I′m gonna lose it this time

Well, she got good men swingin′
From the gallows pole
Senators and congressman
They're out shoveling coal
They can′t see right
They're pretendin′ that they're blind
She got somethin′, baby
Make 'em all lose their mind
She's my kind of trouble
Woah yeah, she′s my kind of trouble
Woah, she′s my kind of trouble
Gonna lose it this time


Well, she drive mean 13
With a wriggled stick
On a graveyard's highway
Got tombone trick
Got a picture of her mug, boys
Tattooed up on mine
You know, the clock runs backward
Just to tell her the time
Where is my kind of trouble
Woah yeah, where is my kind of trouble
Woah yeah, my kind of trouble
I′m gonna lose it this time

Something like that, we should really do that one