If she's slender and tall, just the way I like 'em y'all I'm in trouble If she says just what she means and her eyes are blues as jeans I'm in trouble If her voice is soft and low and she never tells me no I'm in trouble If she treats me loving and kind, but she's got a dirty mind I'm in a whole lot of trouble She's a sweet little thing If her kiss is cool as water and she's a farmer's daughter I'm in trouble If she's a girl who drives a truck I love the way she fusses over me She's a sweet little thing Here comes trouble Maybe too much I've got a sugar rush I know I'd do much better without you baby But I now there must be something about you baby I love her golden tresses, and man when she undresses.