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I can tell by her lips she's got fucked up teethShe's got a banged up grill like she just hit a deerIn a while she'll go down in a tent with a blokeYou know what they say about girls who smokeIt's festival season and all around the UKThey're herding the fans like cattleAll the blogs are alive and the kids are all stokedYou know what they say about girls who smokeWe're parked at the venue the driver will skin youIf you paper or do number two in the looIt smells so bad as it is you could croakOutside there's mud and rain and girls who smokeGirls who smoke - Girls who smokeIt's August and freezing, the headliner's cheesyThe Port-O-Potty's are shaking and wheezingThe catering sucks and vendors blowIt's the middle of the afternoonDrink like its midnight - Time for the showBut the kids keep coming and Thank God for themLasses with passes and dudes round the cornerIt's storming in Stafford and everyone's soakedYou know what they say about girls who smoke From Letras Mania