Every time that someone walks in. She turns around to see if it's him. She checks her watch by the clock. I can't count the times he's stood her up. And one's to much.
When she told you goodbye. You didn't flinch. When she looked back. You didn't even budge an inch. You stood there like a stone. But now that she's gone.
Two buttons on her blouse open. Along with the windows, hopin'. She might catch an evenin' breeze. Oh, yeah. . Ice cube down her neck drippin'. Oh, my look where it's slippin'.
She walks into Smokey's one hip at a time. Like a broken field runner slippin' through the line. He likes the way she looks so he calls the little wife says.