A woman with a cigarette

I am a woman with a cigarette smell,
You love me, so you know it well.
This smell is too easy to recognise,
When I appear, it is never a surprise.

I don't know other women that you've met,
But I hope I'm special among them,
That I am the one, you won't forget,
Even if I'm worse... Oh damn,

Why do I feel the end?
Why am I laying on the ground?
Why do I want to hold your hand,
And die, listening to the sound

Of your voice? Oh, I wish, I knew..
I think I am just deeply into you.
I feel much older than I am,
I'm putting on my diadem,

I am a killer queen they know.
Oh, I succeeded to impress
Them. Poor people, it was just a show,
And you should care about it less.

I'm just a woman with a cigarette,
I sing alone, but we are a duet
With you. I smile like a devil,
I'm ready to catch a bouquet,

But all I get is a terrible affront.
They call me a slut and not a singer,
I'm so glad you don't.
My earnings are made of silver,

I hope that so will be the ring,
That you will give me to propose.
For you it's just a formality, but I think,
It will bring us close-er.

I'm a woman with a cigarette,
The most awkward that you've ever met,
All the girls are sitting sexy on a fence,
While I climb over it. I hope you'll not replace

Me with them. My looooove,
I'm dancing with my hands above
My head. You're coming close,
You are the one I'll never regret I chose.

I hug you, put my hands on your back,
We're standing, and there's only our duet!
I thought before that I was going to crack,
With you I could never feel like that.

18.08.2025