L'amour c'est comme une cigarette

When you are daydreaming
Ideas stalled
I wish I were brunette
Like a gypsy
To slip between your fingers
And then burn
To consume myself for you
To be nothing but smoke
When you are in that world
Where your dreams take you
I wish I were blonde
Like an American
To be sweet and gentle or sugary
To 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
All of that goes up in smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It flares up like a match
It stings the eyes, makes you cry
And goes up in smoke
I can be French
In a blue dress
English,
If you want
Or mint-flavored
With a golden ring
Don't think I'm lying
It's all just smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It flares up like a match
It stings the eyes, makes you cry
And goes up in smoke
We make a big deal
When love comes or goes
We are the cigarettes
That he rolls when he feels like it
And I become smoke
To intoxicate you
With me
Blonde or brunette
Brunette or blonde
I will be that for you
Love is like a cigarette
It burns and goes to your head
When you can't do without it anymore
All of that goes up in smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It flares up like a match
It stings the eyes, makes you cry
And goes up in smoke
Love is like a cigarette
It flares up like a match
It stings the eyes, makes you cry
And goes up in smoke.