Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any, it's your second-hand love that's been killing me..." Her second-hand smoke lingers in the room like the love he feels for her... staying with someone that you know is bad for you! PRO RECORDIN
Soulful Beach Groove music following in the footsteps of Van Morrison, Eva Cassidy, Bill Withers, Jack Johnson, Elton John and Sting... with a French twist!
Story behind the song
I started writing this song in my head after overhearing someone's conversation. It turns out I had misheard what they said, but this was more interesting than what they actually had been talking about!
Lyrics
Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any
It's your second-hand love that's been killing me
I know you're bad for me and I keep trying to quit
But you're like nicotine and I'm a total addict
Standing in the doorway outside your office
You looked more glamorous than Bette Davis
I took a few puffs myself just to have an excuse
To break the ice and spend some time with you
Seeing you with others is too hard to take
But I have to be with you even if it's a mistake
Because the passion I feel burns like a wild fire
Every day getting stronger and hotter
Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any
It's your second-hand love that's been killing me
You tell me all about the reds and the lights
But then your love burns out, nothing left but the ash
There's a smell in my place that keeps lingering on
Even for days later, long after you're gone
And the smoke rings you blow into the sky
Can suddenly turn into a thundercloud
You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I'm the lover of a smoker and the joke is on me*
Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any
It's your second-hand love that's been killing me
I know you're bad for me and I keep trying to quit
But you're like nicotine and I'm a total addict
Woo, hoo, hoo...
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
I don't listen to a word of anybody's advice
You take my breath away and probably years off my life
But the Patch and Nicorette won't do it for me
And I don't have the willpower to go cold turkey
Everyone can see we're a terrible match
The way you treat me so bad, argue and fight
But Baby, let's do like the Indians did
Smoke a peace pipe and bury the hatchet
Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any
It's your second-hand love that's been killing me
I know you're bad for me and I keep trying to quit
But you're like nicotine and I'm a total addict
Your second-hand smoke doesn't bother me any
It's your second-hand love that's been killing me
Yeah, your second-hand love has been killing me
Girl, your second-hand love is what's been killing me
(*) Reference to Steve Miller Band's "The Joker"
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