Cigarette Sweets
The cool kid on the street
Freshly turned 15
A box of Daddy's Camels
Rolled up in their sleeve
Counting down the days
Threw our childhood away
Oh, I wish I never
Kissed goodbye to sugar cane
There's no turning back now
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Turned my fingertips to gold
Like an alchemist of old
Habits over happiness
The years I've lost I rolled
The apple doesn't fall too far
From the family tree
No water of the womb
Won't wash my dirty genes
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Time's supposed to heal ya
But I bruise like a peach
Life's a back street dealer
Got me hooked on nicotine
We'd see it on TV
In every magazine
Like the models in the movies
Perfect boobs and lighting doobies
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Freshly turned 15
A box of Daddy's Camels
Rolled up in their sleeve
Counting down the days
Threw our childhood away
Oh, I wish I never
Kissed goodbye to sugar cane
There's no turning back now
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Turned my fingertips to gold
Like an alchemist of old
Habits over happiness
The years I've lost I rolled
The apple doesn't fall too far
From the family tree
No water of the womb
Won't wash my dirty genes
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Time's supposed to heal ya
But I bruise like a peach
Life's a back street dealer
Got me hooked on nicotine
We'd see it on TV
In every magazine
Like the models in the movies
Perfect boobs and lighting doobies
Remember when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Tryin' to look grown up
We'd toke on little candies
Now there's baccy in my lungs
No sugar on my tongue
Take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
Oh, take me back to when we used to smoke
Cigarette sweets
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Writer(s): Janet Maureen Devlin, Angus John Parkin
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