Bet- ween the lunch and dinner rush
Kelly caught that outbound bus for Vegas
We're all out here talking trash, making bets
Lips wrapped round our cigarettes
She always thought she was too good
Well Janie got divorced again
Her ex-husband's in the pen
From two to five, five to ten and longer
Brenda's traded smokes for cake,
still hadn't lost that baby weight
And that baby's about to graduate,
We all say that we'll quit someday
When our nerves ain't shot
And our hands don't shake, yeah
We all say that we'll quit someday
When our nerves ain't shot And our hands don't shake
