I don't mind the long drives home
And I don't mind holding his hand
His eyes are a soft encounter
So much power in a tiny glance

Every kiss is like a cigarette
Every word is like a bee
Addicted to the taste of nicotine
And dying from a tiny sting

Lay your love on me
Send your venom through my veins
I'm stealing all of your cigarettes
But I ain't hearing no complaints

Speaking my mind to a cup of coffee
Watching each day that walks on by
Until the moment I can finally see you,
Your hypnotic smile and your large brown eyes.

(i.r)