Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana
Flew a white Continental with a top laid back
Pretty blonde sitting on a seat of red leather
Dust boiling out of her well-worn tracks
She's a-going back Moss hanging down like beards in the bayou
Old folks watching from their rocking chairs
Ain't no place for a girl of her station
Gonna ruin her reputation But she don't care
Cause he's waiting there
And she says
Tell me you think that I'm pretty Tell me you think that I'm smart
Tell me anything and I'll believe
it Cause I'm listening with my heart
Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When they only love you getting down cheaters'
road
Bed springs rubbing her back through the
blanket Sweat like a tear rolling down her neck
Watching him pulling down the shades on the window She'd
rather have him than an empty bed And her self-respect
So she says Tell me you think that I'm pretty Tell me you
think that I'm smart Tell me anything and I'll believe it
Cause I'm listening with my heart
Maybe it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When they only love you getting down cheaters' road
Old man counting his money in the city
Nothing but the bottom dollar on his mind
The whole situation is a downright pity He
didn't even notice when she crossed that
line But she crossed that line
And she said Tell me you think that I'm pretty
Tell me you think that I'm smart Tell me anything and I'll believe it
Cause I'm listening with my heart Maybe
it's wrong but that's the way it goes
When they only love you getting down cheaters' road
Down cheaters' road