.I, cigarette fingers
Puff and poke
Puff and poking the smoke
Touches the ground
You, your lungs and your wrists
They throb like trains
Choo choo choo
It's a prison of sound
Of sound
She, by my chinny chin chin [buying chilly chin-chin.
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