Cigarette Roller

Cigarette roller and kind of a late night friend
She likes rock and rollers, singing them to bed
Cigarette roller, two joints and a bottle of gin
She's inked all over, it tells the story of the mess she's in

Comes out at night
Blue jeans across her legs
Stars in her eyes
But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going

It ain't right, no it ain't right
Mama tells you it ain't right
No it ain't right now

Cigarette roller, keep coming back for more
You say it's over, but you're standing on my front porch
Cigarette roller, looking out with em sweet green eyes
Living half a dream,
dropped out sixteen, now she's aiming for the skies

Comes out at night
Blue jeans across her legs
Stars in her eyes
But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going

No it ain't right, no it ain't right
Mama tells you it ain't right
No it ain't right now
(Hey)
(Ohh)
(Huuhuu)

(Oohh)

Comes out at night
Blue jeans across her legs
Stars in her eyes
But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going

No it ain't right, no it ain't right
Mama tells you it ain't right
No it ain't right now



Credits
Writer(s): Gabor Imre, Ian Robert Sullivan, Maloy Magnus
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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