She
was cool, she was hot, she was smokin' a lot
At the end of the bar
She had more than one too many buttons undone
On that blouse she wore
Starin' too long at her lost in that Skynyrd song
Was his first mistake
And when she shot him that, "Boy you don't want none of this" look
It was way too late
She's
like a needle to a junky, she's like whiskey to a drunk
she's like poker to a gambler, she's like a bullet in a gun
She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
When he gets with her
Might be the death of him, but he's addicted, man
He can't quit her
Well, she'd come to his house and
he'd tell her She belonged just with him She'd get up and she'd get dressed,
take five hundred No less, and then leave again He said, "Baby, I'll take care of
you, can't stand the thought Of sharin' you, with them other
guys." She laughed and said, "Well, maybe
you shouldn't call me no more then
baby." And he didn't, that first night
She's like a needle to a junky,
she's like whiskey to a drunk she's like poker to a gambler,
she's like a bullet in a gun She's in his blood, he can't
explain the rush When he gets with her Might be the death of him, but he's
addicted, man He can't quit her
She's in his blood, he cant explain
the rush When he gets with her Might be the death of him, but he's
addicted, man He can't quit her
She was cool, she was hot, she was
walkin' cross the parking lot With some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was
jonsin' And he wound up on the wrong end of
a forty-five
