Ben Lee Cigarettes Will Kill You
R.J. Johnson/B. Lee You throw me in a pan You cook me in a can You stretch me with your hands You love to watch me bake You serve me up with cake And that's your big mistake Your guest comes in dressed smart You offer a la carte You didn't have the heart And I want a TV embrace And I, I'm getting off your boiling plate They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream And then be gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong You left me burned and seered You left me ripped and teared And older than my years I should have know at first That you wouldn't leave me hurt You had to try dessert No way to let off steam Don't bother milk or cream No way to let off steam And I want a TV embrace And I, I'm getting off this boiling plate They swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream And then be gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong It must feel good to stand above me While I make you so proud of me It must feel good that I'm now gone I wish I could say that everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong I wish everyone was wrong
