Cigarette Smoker Fiona

Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses

With wet white trousers on

And worlds collide as the evening continues

The dignity fucks off

Her brother's gone off to the strippers

To make up for all the lost time

She could have been one of the bitches

But she's actually alright

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure

How much you've had, but

We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore

A country home, even if we really tried

Wouldn't cease to surprise now

And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap

When are your parents back? D'you know?

Well, I never came from no ghetto

But it wasn't nowhere near here

Well-spoken girls in stilettos

Aren't something to fear

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure

How much you've had, but

We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry, but we're all unsure

How much you've had, but

We think that you oughta, maybe not have anymore

Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesn't hide

As well as you think

And you'd think that it oughta act as the perfect disguise