Cigarette Smoker Fiona

Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
 With wet white trousers on
 And worlds collide as the evening continues
 The dignity fucks off
 Her brother's gone off to the strippers
 To make up for all the lost time
 She could have been one of the bitches
 But she's actually alright
 Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
 How much you've had, but
 We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
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 A country home, even if we really tried
 Wouldn't cease to surprise now
 And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
 When are your parents back? D'you know?
 Well, I never came from no ghetto
 But it wasn't nowhere near here
 Well-spoken girls in stilettos
 Aren't something to fear
 Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
 How much you've had, but
 We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
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 Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure
 How much you've had, but
 We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore
 Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide
 As well as you think
 And you'd think that it oughta act as the perfect disguise