Boy, what you gonna do?
With her name lightin' up your phone
If you pick itup, she's gonna tell you
"Baby, come back home"
She'll fool you again
She's just tryna rope you in
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 tryin' to quit
But she can't help herself
She's got a hard to shake bad habit
Of puttin' 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
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