then when she would say
you smell like a cigar
i'd take a puff and say, baby
i am a cigar
and then when she'd say
you smell like a brewery
i'd take a swig and say, baby
i am a brewery
and when she'd say
you look like death warmed over
i'd hit that pipe again and say, baby
i am death warmed over
and when she said
you look like you're going somewhere
i opened the door and said, baby
i'm not coming back
oct. 17, '98
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