You Talk Like Trouble

Only when trouble talks first

He walked in late with his hat pulled low
One clean shirt and a road-worn smile
He left one barstool open at his side
Like he'd planned on me staying awhile
I said, Cowboy, is that confidence
Or do you practice looking proud?
He said, Depends who's asking
And how long she's staying around

I rolled my eyes, but moved my purse
He pulled that barstool in tight
The barkeep set two waters on a napkin
Knew we'd both be there all night

You talk like trouble, darling
You started it
That warning grin is aimed at me
You leaned right in
Two barstools, one glass—we're not far apart
I say, Be careful
I say, Too late
Come talk like trouble to me

Red boots, silver ring, that don't-try smile
She stole my whiskey before I blinked
Said, I know your type—all buckle and bluff
I said, Close enough, I think
I asked her to dance; she stepped on my boot
Said, Maybe you should run
I said, I've been hurt worse by the truth
She grinned, We've just begun

The piano rolled; she missed a step
Then blamed it on my lead
I said, You always steal a drink?
She answered with a wink

You talk like trouble, darling
You started it
That warning grin is aimed at me
You leaned right in
Two barstools, one glass—we're not far apart
I say, Be careful
I say, Too late
Come talk like trouble to me

I ain't easy
Neither am I
I don't chase
Then stand right there
Last warning
Last chance
One condition
Make it fair

Don't break my heart and call it fun
Then take my hands—I won't run
Two bad ideas, one honest chance
Aw, hell, let's dance

You talk like trouble, darling
You started it
That warning grin is aimed at me
You leaned right in
Two barstools, one glass—we're not far apart
I say, Be careful
I say, Too late
Come talk like trouble to me

Still trouble?
Still talking
One more dance?
Thought you'd never ask
You talk like trouble
And you like what I'm saying