Somewhere right between a saint and a sinner 
lies a woman with a wayward tongue. 
She'll take your wallet when you lean in to kiss her 
but you won't miss your money when she's gone. 
You never thought you'd be the prey for the hunter. 
So sure you had a prayer when she walked by, 
but now you're lying face first in the gutter 
when all you had to do was say goodbye. 
Lock up your doors and pull the shades. 
Don't let no harlot dig your grave. 
The road to ruin woman lies in wait. 
So boy, don't think you're gonna' get away. 
You won't get away. 
I thought your mama taught ya' so much better 
than to lurk around the twilight gals. 
They lead ya' willing like an ox to the slaughter 
and leave you on the dirty side of town. 
You never thought you'd be the bird in the tangle. 
So sure you'd catch her in a blinking eye. 
Your mama must've fed a fool at her table 
cause now you're just hungry for her lies. 
Lock up your doors and pull the shades. 
Don't let no harlot dig your grave. 
The road to ruin woman lies in wait. 
So boy, don't think you're gonna' get away. 
You won't get away. 
She'll drag you down to ruin. 
That is all you're ever gonna' find with her kind. 
You know she'll drag you down to ruin. 
That is all you're ever gonna' find. 
lock up your doors and pull the shades 
don't let no harlot dig your grave 
the road to ruin woman lies in wait 
so boy, don't think you're gonna' get away 
you won't get away.