[Intro — lazy, dirty fingerpicked blues riff] [Verse 1] Well, you walked in wearing trouble, Darlin', trouble never looked so fine. I've been trying to mind my business, But you've been making that a waste of time. Got your eyes on my guitar, Got your smile fixed up on me. If you're trying to start a little something, Baby, make it interesting. [Refrain] Sway a little closer, honey, Let me see what you came here for. You can keep on looking at me like that, Or we can settle the score. I ain't asking for forever, I ain't selling you a dream. Just give this old guitar a reason To play something downright mean. [Verse 2] Got a cigarette burning slowly, Got a whiskey sweating rings. You keep biting that bottom lip, Like you don't know what that thing does to me. Now, I ain't much for dancing, But I'd make an exception tonight. Put your hand right here, sweetheart— Hell, yeah. That's about right. [Refrain] Sway a little closer, honey, Let me see what you came here for. You can keep on looking at me like that, Or we can settle the score. I ain't asking for forever, I ain't selling you a dream. Just give this old guitar a reason To play something downright mean. [Guitar Break — slow, greasy blues lick; playful bends, loose fingerpicked rhythm] [Verse 3] You say you like a man with manners. Well, darlin', I can play polite. I can pull your chair out nice and easy, Then spend all evening keeping you up at night. You can tell me I'm a bad idea, I won't argue, I'll confess. But you're still standing mighty close For somebody unimpressed. [Break — half-spoken, low and amused] Now, sweetheart... You gonna keep teasing me from over there? Or you gonna come over here And do it properly? [Final Refrain — more swagger, relaxed and teasing] Sway a little closer, honey, Let the whole damn world disappear. I've been playing to an empty room, And I'd rather play for you right here. I ain't promising you heaven, But I know a place or two. And if that smile means what I think it means, I've got a little time for you. [Outro — guitar slows; voice low, amused] Well, you walked in wearing trouble... Guess I'm taking you at your word. [A quiet chuckle.] C'mon, darlin'. Let's see if you can keep up. [Final guitar lick — one low, bending note; let it ring into silence]
