But we're all unsure how much you've had
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
But it wasn't nowhere near here
Well, spoken girls and stilettos
As well as you think
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
When are your parents back d'ya know?
Would it cease to surprise us now
But we're all unsure how much you've had
But we're all unsure how much you've had
She could have been one of the bitches but she's actually alright
And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off
Well, I never came from no ghetto
Aren't something to fear
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide
Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
A country home, even if we really tried
