(c) Words and Music: Wake Eastman and Donna Aylor


Me and my best friend Rita

Snuck out behind Beau’s barn

With a half pack of Marlboro cigarettes

We were looking too cool puffin’ em up

But it didn’t take long

We got sick as two girls could get

Rita vowed to never do that again



CHORUS

But she’s still smokin’

Rollin’ those firey green eyes

Ya can’t cool her down

Even if you tried

She’s still got the moves, got the grooveS

To make a grown man sigh

She’s still smokin’ ….smokin’ after all this time




After eight hard years of marriage

Rita hawed her weddin’ ring

Started a band and bought a Fender six string

Now she’s burnin’ it down at the Horseshoe lounge

Five nights a week

Man that girls’ still got the licks

That’s a habit ohhh she just can’t (kick- quit)



CHORUS
She’s still smokin’

Rockin’ ‘n rollin’ those firey green eyes

Ya can’t slow her down

Even if you tried

She’s still got the moves, got the grooveS

To make a grown man sigh
She’s still smokin’ ….smokin’ after all this time



BRIDGE...not sure on which bridge lines ?

You can see it in her eyes

and there ain’t no puttin’ out that fire



OR:

Now her smokey voice… is on the radio

Chops so hot that can turn (picante-lava) cold


or:

Now Rita’s on stage , the crowd goes nuts

She’s yells out to me… “Let’s go light one up”



or:

Now her smokey voice is on the air waves

DJ says she's the next hot thang...





REPEAT CHORUS

outro:

SMOKIN’ smokin’ smokin’ ONE LICK AT A TIME J