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 horny

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!