| She comes rolling right off the tip of my tongue so easy
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| She’ll be the first damn thing I want when I start drinking
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| I’m breathing her in, breathing her out, once I pick her up I can’t put her down
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| She’s smoke
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| I pull her in nice and slow
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| She’s a habit and I can’t let go
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| Blowing rings around my heart
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| The one she stole
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| Watching her sway and go
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| It’s killing me and I know
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| Can’t stop her once you start
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| She’s smoke
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| She’ll go floating around like a downtown ballroom gypsy
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| She goes great with ice cold beer or a shot of whiskey
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| Put one in my hand, her on my lips
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| Man, that’s as good as it gets
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| She’s smoke
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| I pull her in nice and slow
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| She’s a habit and I can’t let go
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| Blowing rings around my heart
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| The one she stole
|
| Watching her sway and go
|
| It’s killing me and I know
|
| Can’t stop her once you start
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| She’s smoke
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| When the night burns out
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| And we all go home
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| Smell of sweet perfume
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| All over your clothes
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| Like smoke, ooh, ooh
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| Like smoke ooh, ooh
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| She’s smoke
|
| I pull her in nice and slow
|
| She’s a habit and I can’t let go
|
| Blowing rings around my heart
|
| The one she stole
|
| Watching her sway and go
|
| It’s killing me and I know
|
| Can’t stop her once you start
|
| She’s smoke
|
| She’s smoke
|
| When the night burns out
|
| And we all go home
|
| Smell of sweet perfume
|
| All over your clothes
|
| She’s smoke, ooh, ooh
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| She’s smoke, ooh, ooh |