She Don’t Smoke

Boy, what you gonna do?

With her name lighting up your phone

If you pick it up, she's gonna tell you

"Baby, come back home"

She'll fool you again

She's just trying to rope you in

Like the last time and the time before

She'll be gone with the wind

She tells you that she loves you

She tells you that she cares

Says she talks to God about you

In her Sunday prayers

Hard not to believe her

But you don't ever know

'Cause she's the kind of girl that tells her mama

That she don't smoke

She don't smoke

She's trying to quit

But she can't help herself

She's got a hard to shake bad habit

Of putting you through Hell

She's no good for you

You know it ain't true

When she tells you that she loves you

She tells you that she cares

Says she talks to God about you

In her Sunday prayers

Hard not to believe her

But you don't ever know

'Cause she's the kind of girl that tells her Mama

She don't smoke, she don't drink, we don't sleep in my Chevrolet

You know that you ought let her go

She don't smoke

She tells you that she loves you

She tells you that she cares

Says she talks to God about you

In her Sunday prayers

Hard not to believe her

But you don't ever know

'Cause she's the kind of girl that tells her mama

She don't smoke, she don't drink, we don't sleep in my Chevrolet

You know that you ought let her go