Jealous of Your Cigarette Songtext
von Hawksley Workman

Jealous of your cigarette no muscle man no
candy cane no pack of sexy starving wolves
no money talking moonlight
walking lady shocking big crow cocking
those lady bugs can go to blazes here and there
go pretty faces all of this don′t
mess my stuffing one thing got me huffing
I'm jealous of your cigarette and all the things
you do with it I′m jealous of your cigarette and the pleasure that you
get from it and not me no king no prince with
gold ring pinky I suggest that
we do something kinky no pilot flying
private plane to smooch you on the hills of spain
no catapult to all night kisses
that old thing just always misses all of
this don't mess my stuffing only one thing got me
puffing