I, cigarette fingers
Puff and poke
Puff and poking the smoke
It touches the ground
You and your lungs and your wrist
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound
Of sound
She by a chinny chin chin
Eee oh eee oh
Like a Zippo smokes the way
Poke around
You and your lungs and your wrist
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound
I poke around
She by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh
Like a Zippo smokes the way
Poke around
You and your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
[Incomprehensible]
Poke around
I poke around
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