Cigarette

About a girl with white hair

Looking like the queen of spades

In the moonlight air

She’s looking for a piece to take

Hold me close like a cigarette

In between your fingertips

I know you’re gonna let me go

So come on baby burn me slow

The money is a metaphor

For everything of mine she takes

We’re playing out an endgame

That always ends the same way

Hold me close like a cigarette

In between your fingertips

I know you’re gonna let me go

So come on baby burn me slow