Lucky Strike Cigarettes
Packed inside a precious box
Tucked into the pocket
Of your old faded jeans

People say that it’s a sin
They say you’re sinful
But you smell like dark alleys
And it’s attractive

Lucky Strike Cigarettes
One dangling from your teeth
And burning right down
To the slaty grey ash

People say that it’s foolish
They say you’re a fool
But you smell like drunken nights
And it’s luscious

Lucky Strike Cigarettes
Nineteen more within your grasp
You simply light another
And inhale and puff

People say that it’s lethal
They say you’re lethal
But you smell like motel rooms
And it’s heavenly

Lucky Strike Cigarettes
I’m in love with a smoker
You reek of tobacco and ash
And I can’t help but be addicted