Your love is a cigarette,
Your heart has the lighter,
You give it away,
Not to any poor unfortunate soul,
But to the ones who interest you.
The ones who make you laugh,
The ones who make you cry,
Or, like my, the ones who simply make you think.
The thing is, I can't take a drag of your love,
Oh no.  
Its his to hit, not mine to hold.
Why can't we pass it round,
Share in your glory,
Your love is a drug,
That I am much addicted.
But he holds you close, I only get you second,
Maybe a snuck drag here and there,
But he always knows, yet doesn't care.
Too bad the world does,
And the world says no smoking.