Letra de Cigarette
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These days, the place we find romance in is the back seat of our cars.
Through steamy windows and handprints, we see the romance is gone.
When we're finished we sit back and put the radio on.
Through steamy windows and handprints, we see the romance is gone.
When we're finished we sit back and put the radio on.
To fill the awkwardness which shouts I do not know who you are!
So you take her club and then you tred on her feet,
You give her your last cigarette, she puts it out on the street ,
She says I care about my lungs, more that you care for your teeth,
Mr Yellow, go away, and please stop hastling me!
Tonight, it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then.
Mate, it seems there's no turning back, now that she's met your parents,
Well it's game set and match.
All of your friends are convinced you've been tied to the tracks,
She is full steaming ahead turning you into your dad.
You haven't been to the pub in a month and a half, you're up at 8 in the morning,
Your friends are still at the bar.
Her toothbrush is in the sink, she's slowly moving in,
First her socks and then her straighteners and then she wants a ring.
Tonight, it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then.
(Easy, easy, easy, you shut up!)
She's got you breaking your backbone,
We liked her so much better when she was unknown,
Can't find a reason to hold on, You shut up, let's move on.
She's got the key to your front door, and we're not coming over anymore,
So we'll just leave it and move on.
Ah, Ah, Ah it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then
Lyrics, Music by Billy Wright.
Recording by REDTRACK
©REDTRACK 2009
So you take her club and then you tred on her feet,
You give her your last cigarette, she puts it out on the street ,
She says I care about my lungs, more that you care for your teeth,
Mr Yellow, go away, and please stop hastling me!
Tonight, it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then.
Mate, it seems there's no turning back, now that she's met your parents,
Well it's game set and match.
All of your friends are convinced you've been tied to the tracks,
She is full steaming ahead turning you into your dad.
You haven't been to the pub in a month and a half, you're up at 8 in the morning,
Your friends are still at the bar.
Her toothbrush is in the sink, she's slowly moving in,
First her socks and then her straighteners and then she wants a ring.
Tonight, it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then.
(Easy, easy, easy, you shut up!)
She's got you breaking your backbone,
We liked her so much better when she was unknown,
Can't find a reason to hold on, You shut up, let's move on.
She's got the key to your front door, and we're not coming over anymore,
So we'll just leave it and move on.
Ah, Ah, Ah it appears.
Romance is a stubbed out cigarette.
Burn a hole, burn a hole, burn a hole, in your pocket,
When you're coughing up blood, well she knows how you want it then.
Well she knows how you want it then
Lyrics, Music by Billy Wright.
Recording by REDTRACK
©REDTRACK 2009
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