Seventy-five hundred lonely cigarettes
Ended up in a coughing bitterness
A hundred bottles of sour red wine
A girl like you is hard to find
Lots of digging and a hundred hopeless tries
All came down to a kind of social exercise
Years of darkness made me think I was blind
A girl like you is hard to find
Seventy-five hundred lonely cigarettes
Ende up in a coughing bitterness
A hundred bottles and now you're mine
A girl like you is hard to find