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