She Don’t Smoke
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 tryna 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
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 heart to shake that 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
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 I'da let her go
(She don't smoke)
She tells you that she loves you
She tells you that she cares
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 I'da let her go
If you pick it up, she's gonna tell you, "Baby, come back home"
She'll fool you again
She's just tryna 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
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 heart to shake that 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
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 I'da let her go
(She don't smoke)
She tells you that she loves you
She tells you that she cares
Said she talks to God about you in her Sunday prayers
I hope not to believe her, but you don't never 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 I'da let her go
Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Peter Rempel, Mason Thornley, Joseph Aaron Fox, Josh Ross
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