Here we go.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
She was cold, she was hot, she was smoking a lot
At the end of the bar
She had more than one too many buttons undone
On that blouse she wore
Staring too long at her lost in that skinnered 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 junkie
She's like a whiskey to a drunk
She's like a needle to a junkie

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 a dicted 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 come to his house
She'd get up, she'd get dressed
Take five hundred, no less
And then leave again
He said, baby, I'll take care of you
Can't stand the thought of sharing you with them other guys
She'd laugh and say, well, maybe you shouldn't call me no more then, baby
And he didn't that first night
She's like a needle to a junkie
She's like a 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 a dicted man
He can't quit her
She was cool, she was hot
She was walking across the parking lot
With some other guy
Well, he was jealous, he was jonesing
And he wound up on the wrong end of her
Well, he was jealous, he was jonesing
Forty-five
Forty-five