She Likes Trouble

Once upon a time

There was a guilty-free youg lady

With a guiltyful old family

And a pretty yellow smile

From day one

She was taught to read the bible

That would keep her out of trouble

Despite her pretty yellow smile

She doesn’t care about the little red box

(We don’t care, we don’t mind)

Nor the big gold watch, maybe she’d like trouble

(We know best, don’t you dare)

Now she has a boyfriend

No one likes him just pretends to

But she knows and runs away to hell with pretty yellow smiles

She got back with a million-pound idea

Now she takes care of the family

And their million yellow smiles

She doesn’t care about the little red box

(We don’t care, we don’t mind)

Nor the big gold watch, maybe she’d like trouble

(We know best, don’t you dare)

She doesn’t care about the little red box

Nor the big gold watch, maybe she’d like trouble

She doesn’t care about the little red box

Nor the big gold watch, maybe she’d like trouble

She doesn’t care about the little red box

Nor the big gold watch, maybe she’d like trouble