Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Tuesday night and we’re out
I’m smelling stale cigarettes
Forgetting all my regrets
I’m feeling everything
Tuesday night, caught a whiff of the Jungle Juice
Baby is getting loose, hot in my Syro boots
Ooh, ah-oh, givin me all you got [oh-oh-oh
Ooh, puff puff, gettin me f#ckin hot
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in face [hey!]
I want to live inside your cloud of smoke
Drop trou and hunker down, I’ll be your bloke
I’m dead, I’m living for your every last toke
So puff it like I know you can, mister Marlboro Man
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you to blow smokе in my face
Death will come, I don’t carе
I’m living now just for you
Tell me what you wanna do
‘Cause I’ll do anything
Jeans come off and I’m ready to mount the ride
Harley for you inside, light up then rev for stride
Ooh, ah-oh, givin it all you got [oh-oh-oh
Ooh, puff puff, gettin me f#ckin hot [hey!]
I want to live inside your cloud of smoke
Drop trou and hunker down, I’ll be your bloke
I’m dead, I’m living for your every last toke
So puff it like I know you can, mister Marlboro Man
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you smoke me down to the filter, baby
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you smoke me down to the filter, b#tch
M to the M to the M to the M
I don’t care if he’s butch or femme
He can wear my cowboy hat
I’ll knock his boots heading up to bat
[No!] I don’t want a city boy, leave me feeling shitty boy
Left them m#th*rf#ck*rs on the app
I’ll meet him on vacation at the Texaco Station [yeehaw!]
I’m looking for a smoking stallion
Bonus points if he’s Italian
Get into this femme presentation
My post-gender revelations
Like my freedom free, like my man in me
As should always be, floating in a cloud
Smoke you’re letting out, I don’t have a doubt
You’re the one for me
I want to live inside your cloud of smoke
Drop trou and hunker down, I’ll be your bloke
I’m dead, I’m living for your every last toke
So puff it like I know you can, mister Marlboro Man
I want to live inside your cloud of smoke
Drop trou and hunker down, I’ll be your bloke
I’m dead, I’m living for your every last toke
So puff it like I know you can, mister Marlboro Man
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
Oh baby I want you to blow smoke in my face
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