Hawksley Workman - Jealous of Your Cigarette lyrics

No muscle men, no candy cane

No pack of sexy starving wolves

No money talking, moonlight walking

Lady shocking, big crow cocking

Those ladyboys can go to blazes

Here and there go pretty faces

All of this don't mess my stuffing

Only one thing got me huffin'

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 huffin'

I'm jealous of your cigarette

And all the things you do with it

I'm jealous of your cigarette

And how you wanna suck 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

I'm jealous of your cigarette