Ben Lee - Cigarettes Will Kill You Lyrics
You throw me in a panYou cook me in a canYou stretch me with your handsYou love to watch me bakeYou serve me up with cakeAnd thats your big mistakeYour guest comes in dressed smartYou offer a la carteYou didnt have the heartAnd I want a tv embraceAnd i, Im getting off your boiling plateThey swore youd steal my steam to feed your dreamAnd then be goneI wish I could say that everyone was wrongYou left me burned and searedYou left me ripped and tearedAnd older than my yearsI should have know at firstThat you would leave me hurtYou had to try dessertNo way to let off steamDont bother milk or creamNo way to let off steamAnd I want a tv embraceAnd i, Im getting off this boiling plateThey swore youd steal my steam to feed your dreamAnd then be goneI wish I could say that everyone was wrongIt must feel good to stand above meWhile I make you so proud of meIt must feel good that Im now goneI wish I could say that everyone was wrongI wish everyone was wrongI wish everyone was wrongI wish everyone was wrongI wish everyone was wrongI wish everyone was wrong
