I kissed a smoker once.

and it could of been his hands
how they'd be the ones to set me free

It could of been his fingers
and how they'd feel on me oh

I once married a smoker.

it must of been his lungs
and how they could've produced
so much more than just carbon
and nicotine.

it must of been his lips
and how they'd cling to the cigarette
like it gave him the breath of life;
I once married a smoker.

but maybe the cigarette
meant more to me

than it ever did
to him