tastes like the dance-floor smoke
of my younger days,
it's made a science-fiction-man out of me.
I’m free to puff away wherever I want -
driving in my car or sitting at my desk.
I'm without an addiction
or a terminal disease.
Well, lucky me.
tastes like the dance-floor smoke
of my younger days,
it's made a science-fiction-man out of me.
I’m free to puff away wherever I want -
driving in my car or sitting at my desk.
I'm without an addiction
or a terminal disease.
Well, lucky me.
As a fellow steam sucker I understand. It's not quite the real thing but you may not die. Like you I suspect given bad news I'd be back on the real thing in the blink of an eye.
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.