Outside your backdoor
We all stand in formation.
I watch the smoke fill your lungs
And I wonder how it feels
Does it burn as it goes down
Or is it smoothe both down and out
Does it hush your mind
And bring a certain peace
No more wonders
Its my hit
Smoke enters my mouth and throat and lungs
Its nice and smoothe
And as i blow out the smoke
I blow away all my stress
All that remains when the smoking is done is me and you
No stress
No thoughts
No nothing
Just me and you.
Oh, and that love i always feel for you.
Baby, blow me a smoke ring
And confuse my mind
Kiss me and blow me smoke
Look at me and you know
That all thats left
Is
Me and you
And that love that i feel always for you.
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