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I, cigarette fingers Puff and poke Puff and poking the smoke It touches the ground You and your lungs and your wrist They throb like trains Choo choo choo It's a prison of sound Of sound She by a chinny chin chin Eee oh eee oh Like a Zippo smokes the way Poke around You and your lungs and your wrist They throb like trains Choo choo choo It's a prison of sound I poke around She by the hair of my chinny chin chin Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh Like a Zippo smokes the way Poke around You and your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains [Incomprehensible] Poke around I poke around |