If he looks like he's bad news
Six-foot five with a couple tattoos
A smokin' habit and a drinking problem
Sounds like he's my prince charming
Blames his shit on his checkered past
Like his DUI from his last relapse
If he spent a couple nights in the county jail
Well, somebody get me a wedding veil
I can't change 'em
I can't fix 'em
But damn, I sure can pick 'em
Pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' up em' though I know better
I'm just picking up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm picking up trash and calling it treasure
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I've tried making nice with the "Yes ma'am" types
The kind I know my mama likes
But I like good times, not good manners
So I go on back on my low standards
Pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
I'm just pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
♪
The liars, the losers
One too many shot of whisky doers
The prescription pill abusers
Well, I always seem to choose them
And pick up the tab when they ain't got a dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
Pickin' up the tab when they ain't got no dime
Pickin' up problems that ain't even mine
Pickin' 'em up even though I know better
I'm just pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
I'm pickin' up trash and callin' it treasure
♪
I can't change 'em
I can't fix 'em
But damn, I sure can pick 'em