smokin, tokin, chokin
on those bad costs a dollar more cigarrettes.
what to do, how to do , when to stop
what makes us addicted and not wanting to stop
the flavor, the smoke, the feelin of sexiness...
when i touch that bud and inhale in,
its all mine to do with what i want...
its like a pair of lips kissing on a rod,
and then blowing it all out and its gone..
kiss-smoke me, thats so much fun
you get dizzy and high and wanna run..
I dont want to give up my pleasure smokes,
for someone told me i was sexy as i toke..
im addicted to my smokes, like im addicted to my man.
which one do i give up?he needs to get addicted like i am.
thats only fair...only right....so he can be addicted to me now.
the end of the cig........is gone
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