L'amour c'est comme une cigarette

When you are in the moon
Ideas are broken
I would like to be brunette
Like a gypsy
Slip through your fingers
And then burn me
Consume me for you
To be nothing but smoke
When you are in this world
Where your dreams take you
I would like to be blonde
Like an American
To be sweet and wise or sugary
Take you on my cloud of smoke

Love is like a cigarette
It burns and goes to your head
When you can't do without it anymore
It all goes up in smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It burns like a match
It stings the eyes, it makes you cry
And it goes up in smoke

I can be French
In blue dress
English
If you want it
Or be mint
In a golden ring
Don't think I'm lying
It's all smoke

Love is like a cigarette
It burns like a match
It stings the eyes, it makes you cry
And it goes up in smoke

We're making a big splash
When love comes or goes
We are the cigarettes
Let him roll whenever he wants
And I become smoke
To intoxicate you
From me
Blonde or brunette
Brunette or blonde
I will be for you

Love is like a cigarette
It burns and goes to your head
When you can't do without it anymore
It all goes up in smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It burns like a match
It stings the eyes, it makes you cry
And it goes up in smoke

Love is like a cigarette
It burns like a match
It stings the eyes, it makes you cry
And it goes up in smoke