Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
Would it cease to surprise us now
And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity fucks off
But we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
But we're all unsure how much you've had
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry
Well, spoken girls and stilettos
When are your parents back d'ya know?
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide
Her brother's gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time
She could have been one of the bitches but she's actually alright
Well, I never came from no ghetto
As well as you think
But we're all unsure how much you've had
Aren't something to fear
A country home, even if we really tried
But it wasn't nowhere near here
