Before we begin our story
There's something I need to confess
It's this thing I do
I smoke cigars, that's what I do

Does it make me less girly?
I don't think so.
Does it make me less ****?
I really don't think so.

The issue is the taste
The taste given to my kisses
Maybe not to attractive
Maybe not as fresh

But I like cigars, I really do.
So, let me brush my teeth
And now, c'mon, get closer
I have a kiss waiting for your lips