Cigarettes Will Kill You

Ben Lee

You throw me in a pan

You cook me in a can

You stretch me with your hands



You love to watch me bake

You serve me up with cake

And that's your big mistake



Your guest comes in dressed smart

You offer a la carte

You didn't have the heart



And I want a TV embrace

And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate

They swore you'd steal my steam

To feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong



You left me burned and seared

You left me ripped and teared

And older than my years



I should have know at first

That you would leave me hurt

You had to try dessert



No way to let off steam

Don't bother milk or cream

No way to let off steam



And I want a TV embrace

And I, I'm getting off this boiling plate

They swore you'd steal my steam

To feed your dream

And then be gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong



It must feel good to stand above me

While I make you so proud of me

It must feel good that I'm now gone

I wish I could say that everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong

I wish everyone was wrong