Cigarette

About a girl with white hair Looking like the queen of spades In the moonlight air She’s looking for a piece to take Hold me close like a cigarette In between your fingertips I know you’re gonna let me go So come on baby burn me slow The money is a metaphor For everything of mine she takes We’re playing out an endgame That always ends the same way Hold me close like a cigarette In between your fingertips I know you’re gonna let me go So come on baby burn me slow So come on baby burn me slow Hold me close like a cigarette In between your fingertips I know you’re gonna let me go So come on baby burn me slow Hold me close like a cigarette In between your fingertips I know you’re gonna let me go So come on baby burn me slow