Dead Lady’s Cigarettes Songtext
von Liv Monaghan

It would be a pity
To smoke the last cigarettes
Of a lady long dead
That′s what she said
As she left my head
Shut the book and close the case
A lovely leather pocket holds the whole thing in place

Did the lady die trying
As there's only three ones left
Three unsmoked deaths
On her delicate breath
Shut the book and close the case
The lady′s gone back shivering to her lonely golden gates


It would be a pity
If we
Smoked some
Of her
Cigarettes

Dust pink powder to put to her nose
Like a delicate rose
As she gathers her clothes
Ties the belt to show how svelte
This lovely deal is
That she's just been dealt

How could it be a pity
To take stock from the chase
Kiss and embrace
Open the case
Close your eyes and smoke the lines
Three pieces packed in a red metal stack
Three pieces packed in a red metal stack

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock


Tick
Tock