Imagine, two cigarettes in an ashtray

Lovely girl, she really liked me, tiny cafe

Then this guy came along, big guy, stranger

And let me tell you folks, everything went wrong

Now there's three, (three!), cigarettes

In that nasty, dirty ashtray

I knew it folks, he took her from me

Can you believe her love isn't my own!

Not classy. No class. So I'm here alone

Watching just one, one! cigarrette burn away

I knew it folks, he took her from me

Can you believe her love isn't my own!

Not classy folks! So I'm here alone

Watching just one, one! cigarrette burn away

Very sad.

I'm going to hell for this. :kitty-cri-texas: