Flicked to the side as the smoke trails to ride
The wind taking it away as a guide
I don’t know why I’m like a cigarette
Maybe smoking is a habit you shouldn’t get
The wind taking it away as a guide
I don’t know why I’m like a cigarette
Maybe smoking is a habit you shouldn’t get
To be used for a moment and then tossed aside
To be sought out and bought to be breathed inside
No good for anybody but always a choice
No good for your eyes, teeth or voice
To be someone’s addiction that they need kicked
To be the temptation that leaves lips licked
I guess if I could, I’d be a cigarette
The type a seductive jazz lady would leave wet