Trouble I Don't Need Testo

He walks into the room like he was born to be seen He's got a scar over his left eye. He's a fast girl's dream If I was watching him on TV, he'd be advertising jeans Such fine-looking outlines behind those seams And I'm thinking How could this possibly proceed? Where could this possibly lead? What could this possibly be but trouble . . . I don't need And just when I know I should be gettin' on home, I hear him say, "It near 'bout breaks my heart to see you sittin all alone" And just when I plan to tell him I never fool around, I hear myself say, "I'm sort of involved, but not married, you know, not really tied down....." I'm thinking Who could this possibly burn? Why can't I possibly learn? What could this possibly be but trouble . . . I don't need Now you know the story 'bout the apple on the tree My life is okay, but then there's this snake talking to me Hell, I'm just flirtin', ain't nobody gonna see But just when I think I'm safe, he's got his hand on my leg and my Phone number written on the back of his wrist He's talkin' to me so close, another inch would be a kiss One side of my brain is contemplating the sinew of his arms The other side is clanging like a fire alarm And I'm thinking, How can I possibly stay, How can I possibly leave, And how can I possibly turn down trouble I don't need