Cigars

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars, Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars. Leaned against the bar like a stra-aw in a cock-tail gla-ass, Leaned out towards him like a spo-on pul-led out of a honey jar-jar-jar-jaaaa Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars, Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars. The dress untied itself and we were sur-prised my skin a-stayed on; He opened hi-is arms and I jumped into-them-like-a-basket... ba-a-a-aaa-ll Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars, Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars. Lately I find your limbs growing out of my body; you call it love Picasso-style And-I say, "Have you heard about those mice with ears growing out of their backs?"