Cigarettes Will Kill You - Ben Lee

R.J.

Johnson/B.

Lee

You throw me in a pan

You cook me in a can

You stretch me with your hands

You love to watch me bake

You serve me up with cake

And that’s your big mistake

Your guest comes in dressed smart

You offer a la carte

You didn’t have the heart

And I want a TV embrace

And I, I’m getting off your boiling plate

They swore you’d steal my steam to feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

You left me burned and seered

You left me ripped and teared

And older than my years

I should have know at first

That you wouldn’t leave me hurt

You had to try dessert

No way to let off steam

Don’t bother milk or cream

No way to let off steam

And I want a TV embrace

And I, I’m getting off this boiling plate

They swore you’d steal my steam to feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

It must feel good to stand above me While I make you so proud of me It must feel good that I’m now gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong