There's a girl out there, leaning on a record machine
You'd be the luckiest man if you ever get the girl to sing
Her curly brown hair leads me back when I was home and warm
Jacket is leather and jeans are a little torn
I should've known
That she was trouble
I didn't know
That she was trouble
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Lips like rubies, eyes like the deep blue sea
And these pretty little eyes keep on glancing keep on glancing at me
Tired of waiting, she asked me to dance
Never ever ever thought I would get this chance
I didn't know
That she was trouble
I should've known
She was trouble
Uh-oh, oohoh
Smoke in my eyes, I can hardly see
How could this sort of thing happen to a boy like me
We stayed up all night playing our favorite songs
Both got the feeling this is where we belong
I should've known
That she was trouble
I didn't know-whoa-whoa
That she was trouble
Uh-oh, dadadada
That she was trouble