Sat at the side of the pool at one of your housesWith wet white trousers onAnd worlds collide as the evening continuesThe dignity fucks off
Her brother's gone off to the strippersTo make up for all the lost timeShe could have been one of the bitchesBut she's actually alright
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsureHow much you've had, butWe think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
A country home, even if we really triedWouldn't cease to surprise nowAnd I bet your dad would like to give us all a slapWhen are your parents back? D'you know?Well, I never came from no ghettoBut it wasn't nowhere near hereWell-spoken girls in stilettosAren't something to fear
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsureHow much you've had, butWe think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsureHow much you've had, butWe think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hideAs well as you thinkAnd you'd think that it oughta act as the perfect disguise
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