She went down to the corner store And bought a pack of filter kings Don't you know tomorrow she'll be back for more Cause she really loves to smoke those things And every time that she inhales A cloud of that cigarette smoke She's just one step closer to the man in black And sixty cents closer to broke
And she's working on Lung cancer, emphysema, a cardiac arrest And she'll probably have a stroke when she sees The X-rays of her chest
When she had her first cigarette A puff or two was all she could take Now if she doesn't have on in her hand all the time You'll notice it begins to shake And even though she's nonchalant And acts as if her habit's a joke She won't do too much laughing When her life goes up in smoke
She been smoking that C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E That cigarette's got her on her knees C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E That darn tobacco won't set her free Suck baby suck Suck on that cigarette Go on and light up that fag and take a drag It's bound to snuff you yet
She went down to the corner store And bought a pack of filter kings Don't you know tomorrow she'll be back for more Cause she really loves to smoke those things And every time that she inhales A cloud of that cigarette smoke She's just one step closer to the man in black And sixty cents closer to brokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
