He Can't Quit Her Lyrics

Song	He Can't Quit Her
Artist	Gary Allan
Album	Tough All Over
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	作曲 : Beathard, Hill
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
	She had more than one
	Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore
	Starin' too long at her
	Lost in that
	Skynyrd song was his first mistake
	And when she shot him that'
	Boy, you don't want none of this' look, it was way too late
	She's like a needle to a junky
	She's like whiskey to a drunk
	She's like poker to a gambler
	She's like a bullet in a gun
	She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
	Well, she'd come to his house
	And he'd tell her she belonged just with him
	She'd get up and she'd get dressed,
	Take five hundred, no less and then leave again
	He said, "Baby, I'll take care of youCan't stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
	She laughed and said, "Well, maybe you shouldn't call meNo more then, baby" and he didn't, that first night
	She's like a needle to a junky
	She's like whiskey to a drunk
	She's like poker to a gambler
	She's like a bullet in a gun
	She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
	She's in his blood, he can't explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he's addicted, man, he can't quit her
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was walkin' 'cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
	Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
	And he wound up on the wrong end of a forty-five

	zuo qu : Beathard, Hill
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
	She had more than one
	Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore
	Starin' too long at her
	Lost in that
	Skynyrd song was his first mistake
	And when she shot him that'
	Boy, you don' t want none of this' look, it was way too late
	She' s like a needle to a junky
	She' s like whiskey to a drunk
	She' s like poker to a gambler
	She' s like a bullet in a gun
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	Well, she' d come to his house
	And he' d tell her she belonged just with him
	She' d get up and she' d get dressed,
	Take five hundred, no less and then leave again
	He said, " Baby, I' ll take care of youCan' t stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
	She laughed and said, " Well, maybe you shouldn' t call meNo more then, baby" and he didn' t, that first night
	She' s like a needle to a junky
	She' s like whiskey to a drunk
	She' s like poker to a gambler
	She' s like a bullet in a gun
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was walkin' ' cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
	Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
	And he wound up on the wrong end of a fortyfive

	zuò qǔ : Beathard, Hill
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was smokin' a lot at the end of the bar
	She had more than one
	Too many buttons undone on that blouse she wore
	Starin' too long at her
	Lost in that
	Skynyrd song was his first mistake
	And when she shot him that'
	Boy, you don' t want none of this' look, it was way too late
	She' s like a needle to a junky
	She' s like whiskey to a drunk
	She' s like poker to a gambler
	She' s like a bullet in a gun
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	Well, she' d come to his house
	And he' d tell her she belonged just with him
	She' d get up and she' d get dressed,
	Take five hundred, no less and then leave again
	He said, " Baby, I' ll take care of youCan' t stand the thought of sharin' you with them other guys"
	She laughed and said, " Well, maybe you shouldn' t call meNo more then, baby" and he didn' t, that first night
	She' s like a needle to a junky
	She' s like whiskey to a drunk
	She' s like poker to a gambler
	She' s like a bullet in a gun
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	She' s in his blood, he can' t explain the rush
	When he gets with her
	Might be the death of him
	But he' s addicted, man, he can' t quit her
	She was cool, she was hot
	She was walkin' ' cross the parkin' lot with some other guy
	Well, he was jealous, he was jonsin'
	And he wound up on the wrong end of a fortyfive

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