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smoke smoke that cigarette

Now I’m a feller with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman I’ve been told
The kind of guy that wouldn’t even harm a flea

But if me and a certain character met
The guy that invented the cigarette
I’d murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree

It ain’t cuz I don’t smoke myself
And I don’t reckon that it’ll harm your health
Smoked all my life and I ain’t dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin’ party or a poker game
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin’ me right
The kings and the queens just kept on comin’ round

And I got a full and I bet ‘em high
But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin’ and layin’ that money down

Now he’d raise me and I’d raise him
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim
He finally called and didn’t even raise the bet

So I said “aces full Pops how ‘bout you?”
He said “I’ll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette”

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hates to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

(Ah, smoke it! Hah! Yes! Yes! Yes!)

The other night I had a date
With the cutest little girl in the United States
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

She loved me and it seemed to me
That things were ‘bout like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down lover’s lane

She was oh so far from a cake of ice
And our smoochin’ party was goin’ nice
So help me cats I believe I’d be there yet

But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said, “ah, Marty, excuse me please
I just gotta have me another, cigarette”

And she said, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death

Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

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jence moelle - digitalism

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Director/Screenwriter/Producer/Editor: Tim Bollinger
Cinematographer: Daniel Meinl
Sounddesign: Michael Fakesch designingsounds.com

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Donna Summer - Bad Girls

Toot toot hey beep beep

Bad girls
talking about the sad girls
sad girls
talking about the bad girls, yeah

See them out on the street at night, walkin’
picking up on all kinds of strangers
if the price is right you can score
if you’re pocket’s nice
but you want a good time
you ask yourself, who they are?
like everybody else, they come from near and far

Bad girls
talking about the sad girls
sad girls
talking about the bad girls, yeah

Friday night and the strip is hot
sun’s gone down and they’re about to trot
spirit’s high and they look hot
do you wanna get down
now don’t you ask yourself, who they are?
like everybody else, they wanna be a star

Sad girls, sad girls
you such a dirty bad girl
beep beep uh, uh
you bad girl, you sad girl
you such a dirty bad girl
beep beep uh, uh

Now you and me, we are both the same
but you call yourself by different names
now you mama won’t like it when she finds out
her girl is out at night

Toot toot hey beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?
mister, do you want to spend some time, oh yeah
I got what you want
you got what I need
I’ll be your baby
come and spend it on me
hey mister
I’ll spend some time with you
with you, you’re fine, with you
bad girls
they’re just bad girls
talkin’ about sad girls
sad girls
hey, hey mister
got a dime?

Toot toot hey beep

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Lily Allen - Fuck you

Look inside,
Look inside,
Your tiny mind.
Then look a bit harder,
cause we’re so uninspired.
So sick and tired.
Of all
The hatred you harbor,
so you say
It’s not okay to be gay,
Well I think
You’re just evil.
You’re just some racist.
Who can’t tie my laces,
You’re point of view
Is medevil.

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much.
Cause we hate
What you do
And we hate
Your whole crew
So please
Don’t stay in touch,
Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don’t translate
And it’s getting
Quite late
So please
Don’t stay in touch.

Do you get,
Do you get
A little kick out.
Of being small minded
You want to be
Like your father
His approval your after
Well that’s not how
You’ll find it
Do you
Do you really enjoy
Living a life
That’s so hateful
Cause there’s a hole
Where your soul
Should be
You’re losing
Control of it
And it’s really
Distasteful

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause we hate
What you do
And we hate
Your whole crew
So please
Don’t stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don’t translate
And it’s getting
Quite late
So please
Don’t stay in touchLook inside
Look inside
Your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
Cause we’re so uninspired
So sick and tired
Of all
The hatred you harbor

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause we hate
What you do
And we hate
Your whole crew
So please
Don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you
Very, very much
Cause your words
Don’t translate
And it’s getting
Quite late
So please
Don’t stay in touch

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