You were with a girl, I happened to see you yesterday.
The same as ever, you were lighting up cigarettes one after the other.
Oh, why am I not an unfiltered cigarette,
so that I can just wander back and forth from your fingers to your lips?
Ref.
Like nicotine you are still flowing through my veins.
I still love, know that I never stopped.
Like nicotine, you're killing me slowly
because I've been addicted to your lips for a long time
like nicotine.
Every five minutes you need another cigarette.
Come across the road, in my heart there is a box of them.
O, why am I not an unfiltered cigarette
so that I can just wander back and forth from your fingers to your lips?