As the alcohol-to-blood ratio increases in my body I scan the bar's patrons with smirk that is naughty It's not sex or a phone number that I'm trying to get What my brain really craves is a lit cigarette Fears of cancer and rapid aging don't even cross my mind When I'm knee deep in Tequila, Jack Daniels, and wine I don't know when it started or when it will all end But I hope it all fades quickly like that bell-bottom trend I don't smoke in the morning or on a hot summer day And girls that kiss me tell me 'it's like licking an ash tray' So if I approach you on a Saturday night Don't give me a cigarette or offer me a light I don't want to be stereotyped the way smokers are depicted So please help me stop this before I'm addictedBirth sign: Gemini
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