Hawksley Workman - Jealous Of Your Cigarette lyrics

No muscle man, no candy cane No pack of s**y starving wolves No money talking, moonlight walking Lady shocking, big crow co*king Those ladybugs can go to blazes Here and there go pretty faces All of this don't mess my stuffing Only one thing got me huffing I'm jealous of your cigarette And all the things you do with it I'm jealous of your cigarette And the pleasure that you get from it And not me All this time you're talking no No king, no prince with gold ring pinky I suggest that we do something kinky No pilot flying private plane To smooch you on the hills of Spain No catapult to all night kisses That old thing just always misses All of this don't mess my stuffing Only one thing got me huffing I'm jealous of your cigarette And all the things you do with it I'm jealous of your cigarette And how you wanna s** on it And not me All this time you're talking no All this time you're talking no I'm jealous of your cigarette (Repeat)