.I still smell tobacco on my fingers
My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex
My eyes open up like they haven't in years
So I won't miss whatever happens next
You call me a thief; all right, I'm a thief
Grab your summons, come and ring my bell
I'll be making love with my baby
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