Written By Frank Vieira, Matt Freedman, Mike Cali
My name comes rolling off
The tip of her tongue like whiskey
And her lips hide a smile
That says boy come get me
When those angel eyes
Hit the broadway lights
Every boy in the town gets baptized
Turning heads all the way from the bar
To the front row pew
Cause she's a little black dress
And a red letter bible
A white T-shirt and
A blue Jean idol
She's Marlboro rolling
Like a runway model
She's Holy Smoke
I'm addicted to the burn
Cause it runs down deep
But her eyes are telling me
Better get in line
Start praying to the father son Holy Ghost
Cause she got that
Holy Smoke
She's two hands high
Sing along every word on Friday
She's two hands high
Sing along every word on Sunday
Yeah she walks the line
Between saint and sinner
Playing with the fire that's burning in her
You always want
A little bit more of her scripture
Cause she's a little black dress
And a red letter bible
A white T-shirt and
A blue Jean idol
She's Marlboro rolling
Like a runway model
She's Holy Smoke
I'm addicted to the burn
Cause it runs down deep
But her eyes are telling me
Better get in line
Start praying to the father son Holy Ghost
Cause she got that
Holy Smoke
She's a light light light
In the dark dark dark
Pray for steal your
Heart heart heart
She's a light light light
In the dark dark dark
Pray for steal your
Cause she's a little black dress
And a red letter bible
A white T-shirt and
A blue Jean idol
She's Marlboro rolling
Like a runway model
She's Holy Smoke
I'm addicted to the burn
Cause it runs down deep
But her eyes are telling me
Better get in line
Start praying to the father son Holy Ghost
Get in line
Start praying to the father son Holy Ghost
Cause she got that
Holy Smoke
Yeah Holy Smoke
