She's in there dressing up again Slipping into something thin And that old trouble makin' dress ain't my friend Cause every time she slips it on They forget where she belongs And things get out of hand Cause she's a woman in demand Lord I love her, and I trust her Cause she never let 'em trust But I just can't make her understand When they see too much of her Lord I see too much of them And things get out of hand Cause she's a woman in demand There's other dresses she could wear And different ways to style her hair But tonight she's got old trouble on again I want that busy crowd out there To look up and notice her But things get out of hand Cause she's a woman in demand Lord I love her, and I trust her...