I really do enjoy my fags I really, really do The one when I wake up in the morning and the one when I'm on the loo Each and every one has that special, divine taste Even the ones which are two hurried puffs and the rest of the fag goes to waste
The feeling as my lungs fill with noxious fumes is something I just can't describe It makes me feel so relaxed and at peace, impervious to anyone's jibe It's not that I must have a smoke, no it isn't that at all It's just that I enjoy them so much, I have myself such a ball
Whenever I ring someone up I light a cigarette as well How on earth else could you make a phone call? God, it would just be hell When driving in crazy traffic, a cigarette is a must It relaxes me so wonderfully, other drivers eat my dust
I don't get withdrawal pangs, no I smoke because I choose And why shouldn't I continue, what have I got to lose? Sure, they cost a bit of cash but they are worth every cent They give to me so much, I'd hate it if they went
It's said they're bad for your health, who cares about that anyway? Lungs? I don't need to breathe but cigarettes I must have everyday I'm sure that I've convinced you that fags are wonderful things In fact I'm lighting one now that must be the phone which rings Alessandra Liverani, 2003