She Don't Smoke

Josh Ross

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
That she don't smoke, she don't drink, we don't sleep in my Chevrolet
You know that you ought to 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
That she don't smoke, she don't drink, we don't sleep in my Chevrolet
You know that you ought to let her go