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.
[chorus]
Cigarette smoker
I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore
A country home,
Even if we really tried would it cease to surprise us now
And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
When are ya parents back dya know?
Well I never came from no ghetto, but it wasn't nowhere near here
Well spoken girls and 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 ought to maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker
I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had
But we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore
Cigarette smoker
Cigarette smoke doesn't hide as well as you think
And you think that it ought to act as the perfect disguise
