Boy number one, had only one thing on his mindAnd number two, drank too too many all the timeAnd number three, was always sneaking out my back doorThat was just me, chasing number fourThey run and I run fasterYeah, I'm a sucker for disasterYeah, I'm a sucker for disasterSix o'clock, cigarettes, five o'clock, stubbleI had a thing for chasing troubleBoy number five, was the sexiest man I knewWith just one problem, he thought so tooAnd number six, kept playing tricksWhen it came to my heartAnd I found eightAfter seven went and stole my carThey run and I run fasterGuess I'm a sucker for disasterSix o'clock, cigarettes, five o'clock, stubbleI had a thing for chasing troubleI figured out by now, I was wasting my timeChasing down all the wrong menAnd just when I stopped, looking for loveI came across my perfect handYeah, it was all about me, and all I ever wanted was to stopThey run, I run fasterYeah, I'm a sucker for disasterSix o'clock cigarettes, five o'clock stubbleI had a thing for chasing troubleSix o'clock cigarettes, five o'clock stubbleI had a thing for chasing troubleI had a thing for chasing trouble