Honey don't kill that last cigarette
I got a long, long ways to go
I've been a-drinking and a-thinking all night long

Still got so much more to show
To you
Yeah


And when that hand comes searching
Between your thighs

You better play along to the tune
You got nothing to prove
You're a bad little girl

And you know your life is in ruins
So come on
Yeah


And when the sun retreats
And you got the chills

And your feet are aching to go
You better call on me
Cause I'm dog-gone ^^&$#*



I'm not your friend but your foe

I've got so much time to please myself
I don't count you in at all
All right

Yeah

My heart is like a filling station

And it jumped with joy when you pulled in
And you later got caught for speedin'
And this drug-cop says you need him

But ain't no walls in the jailhouse safe enough
To hold you down tonight
I'll be right out here on the other side

Waiting for you by the red twilight
So when Friday comes and you got the chills
And your feet are aching to go

Don't have to call on me
Cause I'm already there
Come on little girl, let's go!