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 junkie
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, 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 sharing you
With them other guys."
Well she'd laugh and say
"Well, maybe you shouldn't call me no more than, baby."
And he didn't that first night.

She's like a needle to a junkie
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 parking lot
With some other guy

Well, he was jealous, he was jonesin'
And he wound up on the wrong end of a .45

Writer : BEATHARD/HILL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS