Blues
You took up smokingWhen you fell in love
He had hair across his eyes
And he wore a paper glove
And you knew the only way
To make him see
Was to take up the addictions
He held so dear
You were right baby
Now he's addicted to you
You carried a hammer
To break his heart
You only used it
When you were far enough apart
Now you're picking up pieces of glass
That fell on your feet
And your telling him
He's the nicest boy
That someone else will meet
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