Pocket Full of Trouble

I found her singing tunes

At the cheapest bar in town

Her makeup ran with tears

There were beer stains on her gown

And tequila was the best friend

She had ever found

She drank it from the bottle

As she crooned to the crowd

She sang:

"What's a guy like you

Want with a girl like me

I'm a pocket full of trouble

I'm a catastrophe

I'll be the thorn in your side

There can be no harmony

Coz a guy like you

Just can't handle a girl like me."

She threw that liquor back

And her demon hit its mark

She stumbled off the stool

To stand fearless in the dark

She gazed around the room

Cigar in her hand

She caught my eye in the mirror

And this is what she said

She said:

"What's a guy like you

Want with a girl like me

I'm a pocket full of trouble

I'm a catastrophe

I'll be the thorn in your side

There can be no harmony

Coz a guy like you

Just can't handle a girl like me."

I saw the devil at her back

There was a monkey on her shoulder

She was weighted down with worries

She couldn't carry any longer.

I looked upon her troubled smile,

Her pretty dress and cat-green eyes,

She looked just like a fragile doll

And I was mesmerized

I said:

"What's a girl like you

Doing in a place like this

I'll help you forget your troubles

With a simple, lovin' kiss

I'll be the crutch at your side

Until we fiind harmony

Coz a girl like you

Belongs with a man like me."