Well you might say trouble is my middle name   I can't get ahead of the game   Runnin' on empty and I'm runnin' late   Bossman's yelling won't give me a break   Hey, I could write a book about getting behind   But there's one kind of trouble that I don't mind       She meets me after work when the sun goes down   She's the kind of trouble that makes the world go 'round   Total strangers, even my best friends   Bird-dog my baby when she walks in   She's a little slice of heaven, and hell on heels   And never gonna walk the line   Oh, but she's the kind of trouble that I don't mind       Well, We're dancing to the band and from the time we start   They circle like hungry sharks   They're cuttin' in quick as I can cut 'em loose   I could get jealous but it ain't no use   She can't help it 'cause she's so fine   She's the kind of trouble that I don't mind      She meets me after work when the sun goes down   She's the kind of trouble that makes the world go 'round   Total strangers, even my best friends   Bird-dog my baby when she walks in   She's a little slice of heaven, and hell on heels   And never gonna walk the line   Oh, but she's the kind of trouble that I don't mind       --- Instrumental ---      She's hanging out the window on the way back home   She yells at everybody just come on along   Party at my place just follow the truck   We'll be cuttin' a rug 'til the sun comes up   She's a little slice of heaven, and hell on heels   And never gonna walk the line   Oh, but she's the kind of trouble that I don't mind   Yeah, she's the kind of troube that I don't mind...