[Intro]
Well, alright
Boots by the doorway, grin on my face
You got that kind of trouble I can’t replace
[Verse 1]
You walk in laughing, denim sitting just right
Turn a quiet little porch into a Friday night
Got me losing my train of thought mid-sentence
One look from you and I forget my good intentions
You say, “Come closer,” with a spark in your eyes
I say, “Girl, you know exactly how to compromise”
No need to rush, let the moment roll slow
You’re the only kind of trouble I’m hoping to know
[Pre-Chorus]
That chemistry is jumping like a live-wire line
You lean in closer and I’m losing mine
If you want it, say the word, don’t tease me twice
I’ll meet you halfway with a grin and a smile
[Chorus]
You got that bounce, that bounce, don’t quit it
Calling my name, and I’m right there with it
Two hands up, but I’m waiting on your sign
Keep it playful, baby, take your time
You got that spark, that spark, so nice
Sweet little trouble with a sugar-spice bite
When you move like that, girl, I can’t sit still
You’re the kind of thrill that bends my will
[Verse 2]
Boot heel tapping on the old wood floor
You pull me in, then you leave me wanting more
I’m talking big, but you know I’m shy
Till you give me that look and I’m ready to try
Moon over the pasture, radio low
Your laugh hits harder than the bass down below
We got a little rhythm, got a little heat
Two wild hearts finding one easy beat
[Bridge]
Keep it sweet, keep it clear, keep it all between us
Every move gets better when the feeling is mutual
No pressure, no hurry, just a spark in the dark
You bring the flame and I’ll bring the heart
[Chorus]
You got that bounce, that bounce, don’t quit it
Calling my name, and I’m right there with it
Two hands up, but I’m waiting on your sign
Keep it playful, baby, take your time
You got that spark, that spark, so nice
Sweet little trouble with a sugar-spice bite
When you move like that, girl, I can’t sit still
You’re the kind of thrill that bends my will
[Outro]
Yeah, keep it playful, keep it nice
One more smile and I’ll roll the dice
Country roads and a bassline kick
You’re my favorite kind of trouble, that’s it