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!