Port Royal

Well I've got cigarettes on cigarettes outside
They pile up and reverse what I'd done
To that poor old bottle of wine
And I smoked of 'em what I could
Thought not to waste, nor to be rude
My parents taught me to be good
And I guess I should

But I just wanna hold your hand, you pretty thing
Feel my bones between your bones
And I just wanna get my fill, and I just want to get my fix
Never quite thought it would come to this

But I guess it did
But I guess it did
But I guess it did

Well I've got cigarettes on cigarettes outside
And I will not claim all the blame
But we both know they're mostly mine
I smoked of 'em what I could
Between the breaks that the habits took
I got taught better than I do

But I just wanna hold your hand, you pretty thing
Feel my bones between your bones
And I just wanna get my fill, and I just want to get my fix
Never quite thought it would come to this

But I guess it did
But I guess it did
But I guess it did



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Collis
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