Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I take a little smoke in the evenin'
I take a little whiskey on ice
I never get behind on killin' my mind
It's just the kind of things I like
Just the kind of things I like

[Verse 2]
The minute that I saw you walkin' over
I figured I was diggin' my grave
Well, you had the shovel, I knew you were trouble
But you're just the kind of trouble I crave
Just the kind of trouble I crave