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 hre lost in that Skynyrd song Was his first mistake And when she shot him that, "Boy you dont 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 and no one else 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 shouldnt call me no more then baby." And he didn't, that first night 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 parkin lot With some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was jonsinAnd he wound up on the wrong end of a fourty-five Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com