Corona

I want to get *****, smoke a cigarette, the woman who killed my feelings go find.

You shouldn't have played with my silly heart, what you've done with my love I swear soon you'll pay.

I'm not sad, it's not my tire, it's the cigarette smoke that makes me cry.

Who do you think you are, a goddess, a beautiful flower that will one day wither away.

I'm sad, it's not my crying.