22. Februar 2013
5
22
/02
/Februar
/2013
09:13
Yesterday, on my way home from work, I went past a pretty young girl. When she turned to look for a friend I caught the bad smell of cold smoke. That was when I came up with these lines:
who would eat from an ashtray
or drink out of the loo
so here's the question
that I'm asking you:
who'd want to kiss a smoker
... the seed of yet another lyric.
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