14/06/2009

Cigarette Girl

Hey there, hi
I seem to know you from long by
Your memories are like ashes
From my cigarette last night

Smoky, hazy, delicate
Like its flame that rustles, intimate
You slowly burned the night away
And glowed in darkness of my love

Smoke and fire
Nicotine desire
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