Cigarette Smoke Lyrics & Chords By Lunchmeat

Get out the way, mister With your short sharp tips No, I won't read your lips right now And baby, hey You send a shiver down my spine But do you read my mind Do you......read more

I knew a girl made of cigarette smoke, she wore winter around her like a warm overcoat. And she'd write, and she'd smile, and she'd write, and she'd laugh, and the smoke was...read more