作曲 : Beathard, Hill 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 youCan't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys" She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call meNo 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 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 was cool, she was hot She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five
作曲 : Beathard, Hill 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 youCan't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys" She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call meNo 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 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 was cool, she was hot She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin' And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five
