Lemurs, Man, Lemurs

Hands gorgeous
Rolling her cigarette
Thumbs and forefingers
Rolling tobacco in the paper
She licks the paper slow twice
Putting it all together
Hands gorgeous
Holding a vodka drink
Smoking a cigarette
She’s walking up to me
She licks the paper slow twice
Putting it all together
Maybe in her purse, a light (she licks the paper slow twice)
To find a matchbook (twice)
To light her smoke
Look at those lips
Roll one for me
Let’s drink all night