A real woman drinks whiskey and smokes cigarettes
Until the room’s spinning she feels no regrets
And when closing time comes she’ll face the night alone
A real woman don’t need a man to walk her home
You ask if she’s lonely, she says, “Not for one minute.
I strangled trouble before you could begin it.”
You don’t understand her and how distant she gets
When she drinks her whiskey and smokes those cigarettes
She gets under your skin and stays there somehow
You cannot possess her, but you can hold her for now
She’ll leave you with questions, she’ll leave you with regret
Someday she’ll just leave you even though you can’t see it yet
’cause a real woman don’t need anyone’s help getting home
A real woman don’t feel lonely even when she’s alone
A real woman conquers you and then quickly forgets
A real woman drinks whiskey and smokes cigarettes
