Riding with trouble

Intro:

(Spoken low and rough)

"Some say trouble rides alone...

But when she showed up, the whole damn world caught fire."

Verse 1:

You look like the kind of trouble

That makes a man grateful for bad decisions,

Chrome heart, fast start, kiss of ignition,

A wildfire woman on a long-lost mission.

Verse 2:

She tears up the blacktop, flames in her hair,

Every gas station preacher just stops and stares,

He thought he rode wild, thought he knew the road,

'Til she blazed right past, heavy metal and soul.

Chorus:

She lights up the sky, burns up the night,

Rolling thunder in her wake, setting wrongs to right,

A queen of the chaos, a storm without a chain,

Yeah, some mistakes are worth the pain.

Verse 3:

He chased down the sunset, thought he caught the wind,

But she left him spinning, smiling at his sin,

No map, no mercy, just the sweet, savage ride,

She's a full moon rebel on the wrong side of right.

Verse 4:

She laughs like a siren, he swears it’s a prayer,

She kisses like whiskey, leaves smoke in the air,

Ain't no cage could ever hold a soul like hers —

She's a runaway dream in a world full of slurs.

Chorus:

She lights up the sky, burns up the night,

Rolling thunder in her wake, setting wrongs to right,

A queen of the chaos, a storm without a chain,

Yeah, some mistakes are worth the pain.

Outro:

(Spoken, fading into roaring engine sounds)

"You look like the kind of trouble...

I'd ride straight into the flames for."