K. D. Lang Smoke Rings
Tell me where do they go
These smoke rings I blow each night?
What do they do
These circles of blue and white?
Why do they seem
To picture a dream of love?
Why do they fade
My phantom parade of love?
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff night and day
Blow, blow them through the air
Silky little rings, those little smoke rings I love
Take me above with you
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away
Puff, puff, puff night and day
Blow, blow them through the air
Silky little rings, those little smoke rings I love
Please take me above, take me with you
