Cigarette Smoker

Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses

With wet white trousers on,

And worlds collide as the evening continues,

the dignity fucks off

Well I never came from no ghetto,

but it wasn't nowhere near here

Well spoken girls and stilettos aren't something to fear

Cigarette smoker

I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore 

lyric by: Arctic Monkeys

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