Just one more fag
Just to steady my nerve
Just one more fag
That's all I desire
It's not easy to stop
When you smoke forty a day
You must try, says the doc
Or you'll just fade awayMy fingers are yellow
With the nicotine stain
They say "What a poor fellow"
My lungs are the same
Coughing away from noon till night
I'm breathless, in an awful state
It's enough to give people a fright
But habit I cannot abate
I left the doc,
went out the door
Remembered I'd left my bag
Turned back to see him open his drawer
Guess what? He lit up a fag
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