Butterfingers Like Em When They're Trouble
Ever since I can remember so basically forever,
I've recognized a pattern that when I get together,
With a girl a switch gets flicked in my brain (click)
I always make the same pick and go for the insane
chick,
I know that dames think different to dudes,
But the ones that I choose have gotta screw coming
loose,
Either had some abuse and it never got revolved,
Or they're just the one offs that never fit into a
mould,
Smitten with gold diggers liars and thieves,
Heartbreakers' troublemakers diva's hard to please,
Law breakers on reprieve who still push the envelope,
Zodiac mismatches using both the horoscopes,
It's like a horror show I'm sorry for my friends,
Who had to watch the same scenario again and again,
But I could never pretend that I understood the puzzle,
The only thing I know is that I like em when they're
trouble.
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
Now I suppose I could go for somebody submissive,
And know that when I spoke they would actually listen,
Go fishing for compliments and always get a bite,
Like my pockets made to piss in made order water tight,
As normal as you like but if I'm bored I might stray
off,
I've sought the out of order looking forward to the
chaos,
Maybe there's a payoff for taming the shrew,
Either way you gotta lay off when the painters are due,
I'm stating the truth they're seductive and
destructive,
The amount that I've encountered them
counterproductive,
And I'm bound to be stuck with the diamond in the
rubble,
The only thing I know is that I like em when they're
trouble.
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
As I break this shit on down get up off your ass
As I break this shit on down get up off your ass
As I break this shit on down get up off your ass
As I break this shit on down get up off your ass
Maybe I should change what I look for in a lady,
The women that I seem to attract are all crazy,
Like cuckoo, madder than hatters,
All of the above from the former to the latter,
Maybe I'm deranged but if trouble doesn't make me,
Run the other way then I'm the one who's crazy,
Like cuckoo, madder than a matter,
All of the above but it really doesn't matter cause.
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
We like em when they're trouble I don't know why
