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