There's a girl out there, leaning on a record machine You'd be the luckiest man if you ever get the girl to sing Her curly brown hair leads me back when I was home and warm Jacket is leather and jeans are a little torn I should've known That she was trouble I didn't know That she was trouble Uh-oh, uh-oh Lips like rubies, eyes like the deep blue sea And these pretty little eyes keep on glancing keep on glancing at me Tired of waiting, she asked me to dance Never ever ever thought I would get this chance I didn't know That she was trouble I should've known She was trouble Uh-oh, oohoh Smoke in my eyes, I can hardly see How could this sort of thing happen to a boy like me We stayed up all night playing our favorite songs Both got the feeling this is where we belong I should've known That she was trouble I didn't know-whoa-whoa That she was trouble Uh-oh, dadadada That she was trouble