One night without making a date,
I called on my love after eight.
I saw near the blue statuette,
An ashtray with two cigarettes.
While kissing and holding me tight,
She reached back and hid them from sight.
But I read the name of the blend,
The cigarettes of my best friend.
Her kiss, her voice never betrayed,
The secret game she played.
I thought it much better for me,
To pretend I did not see.
The next day shE told everything,
We cancelled our wedding in spring.
I tell it with tears and regrets,
A Story Of Two Cigarettes.