She wouldn't take my cigarette
Said it's not her brand
I don't understand
I just can't win

She would not accept a ride
Wouldn't even get inside
But I will ask her again

'Cause I'm helpless for her
I've got no excuse
She loves me
She just doesn't know it yet
She loves me
She just doesn't know it yet

She loves me
She'll love me
She'll love me
When she sees me smoking
Her favorite cigarette

I'll buy a crate tonight
And I'll smoke myself to death
As if I'm breathing her breath

I paced around the floor
Of a chic tobacco store
Waiting as I counted
My loose change

It's such an awful waste
There's no difference I can taste
Her classy imported cigarettes
Are out of my range

I came up six bucks short so I
I wrote a bad check
By the time it bounces I'll have
Burned a hole through my throat and my neck
But she loves me
Yeah she just doesn't know it yet
She loves me
Sometimes she just forgets it

She'll love me (she loves me)
She will love me when I offer her the perfect cigarette

(She loves me)
She loves me
(She loves me)
(She's lovely)
She's lovely
(She's lovely)
She's lovely
When she smokes those expensive cigarettes

I'll buy a crate tonight
And I'll smoke myself to death
As if I'm breathing her breath


Lyrics submitted by kaispan

Second-Hand Smoker song meanings
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