Cigarette

I am gonna smoke a cigarette
‘Cause I’m a rebel, yeah!

Go to Duane Reade and buy a whole freakin’ set
(That’s-that’s what they call them, right?)

And the clerk will ask me which ones I’m buyin’
And I’ll say like I’m not even tryin’
(Malb-uh-ro. Mal- Mara- Mara- Marlab- bar- oh?)

Then I’ll walk around on the street at night or-
Wait! First I gotta buy a lighter too!

But then -ooh, I’m gonna smoke that cigarette
‘Cause I got feelings

Which apparently no ones noticed yet
But I’m pretty tortured, you guys

And I’ll stand on the roof in a cloud of smoke and
Say my parents marriage was just a joke and
They abused me!
(Well, they tickled, but abused, sure!)

And my artist friends will say “your life’s so rough” and
All I’ll do is take a puff and blow

God! If only, only I wasn’t so goddamn fricken’
Happy

Well then I’d be
Happy

Yeah then I’d be some leather plaid metal
So hot it makes the girls scream for their
“Papi!”

Yeah, That’s what they’d call me:
“Papi!”

That’s what they’d call me!

Oh, they won’t think I’m so mellow
When my teeth are bright yellow

Finally I’ll be who I thought I would be
‘Cause me

I am totally-the-sort-of-person-if-I-wanted-to smoke a cigarette
I’m just busy, ok?

But soon I’m gonna smoke a fag I bet
And I’ll be British to, deal!

Take a look at me Govna’ I’m disappearing’
Pretty soon the only thing that you’ll be hearing

Is what ever it sounds like when someone is smoking and awesome-

Take a hit take a chance and maybe then I’ll
Actually like myself when I get that

Cigarette

Cigarette

A ciga-ciga-ciga-ciga

Cigarette

Cig-cig-cig-cig-cig-cig-cig-cig-cig-zaow

Cigarettewouwouwouwouwou

Cigarette

(Takes puff of the cigarette)

God, I really needed that-

(Coughing fit)