So he told you
He'd take you
To California
That he had
Important friends
In Hollywood
I could read between his lines
As he danced with you
I could hear him thinking
"Lord, her body sure looks good"
You know there's all kinds of smoke
In the barrooms
And it can blind the minds of girls
Like you and me
But when the cold hard light of day
Breaks on the barrooms
The smoke's all gone
And the truth is all we see
Then he told you
That I
Was just an old friend
And he asked you
To have a few drinks
At his place
And he even had the nerve
To call it business
And that's the same old smoke
He once blew in my face
You know there's all kinds of smoke
In the barrooms
And it can blind the minds of girls
Like you and me
But when the cold hard light of day
Breaks on the barrooms
The smoke's all gone
And the truth is all we see