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