A Cigarette Talks (For Boomers)
I'm just a cigarette - Don't be afraid of me.
Why, all the advertisers say I'm harmless as can be!
They tell you I'm your "best friend" (I Like that cunning lie),
And say you'll "walk a mile" for me Because I "satisfy."
So come on, girlie, be a sport! Why longer hesitate?
With me between your pretty lips You'll be quite up-to-date.
You may not like me right at first, But very soon, I'll bet,
You'll find you just can't get along Without a cigarette.
You've smoked one package, so I know I have nothing more to fear;
When once I get a grip on girls, They're mine for life, my dear!
Your freedom you began to lose The very day we met-
When I convinced you it was smart To smoke a cigarette!
The color's fading from your cheeks; You fingertips are stained.
And now you'd like to give me up, But, sister, you are chained.
You even took a drink last night; I thought you would ere long.
For those whom I enslave soon lose Their sense of right and wrong.
Year after year, I've fettered you And led you blindly on,
Till now you're just a bunch of nerves With looks and health both gone.
You're pale and thin, and have a cough: The doctor says, T-B
He says you can't expect to live Much longer thanks to me
But it's too late to worry now. For when you became my slave.
You should have known the chances Were you'd fill an early grave.
And now that I have done my part, And I have done it well
I'll leave you with my partner, Death, He'll come for you - Farewell.
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