Smoke, Smoke, Smoke

of hello with a heart of gold, and the ways of a gentleman I've been told, the kind of a person who wouldn't come of bleed. What if me and a certain character met, a man that created the cigarette?

I'd murder the so-and-so in the first degree, not because I don't smoke myself, and I don't suppose they'll On my health, I've smilbed all my life, and I'm not dead yet And yet, I'm running for me now!

What you nicotine slaves look a little more pale, each time you write up a copper nail. Go ahead, have another, say got it, and take a puff. Had her taste, put the cutest little girl in 50 states I've read uptown fancy graveyard pericist

And a little squeeze and she said, oh this, I just got