Love was my drug of choice It doesn't help I have an addictive personality But we all have our vices Cigarettes, They can be trusted A little pleasure, A little pain, They'll **** you in the end But it's all part of the contract You'll sell your body For peace of mind A lover is not so courteous You'll sell your soul, For what? At least the cigs are honest Easier to replace, Quicker to be rid of No delusions of permanence, No false promise of forever Just a little pleasure, And a little pain