Molly Johnson One Hundred Cigarettes
Lord I smoked one hundred cigarettes,
waiting for your call, but it aint come yet
I'm just waiting on your footsteps in my hall
and I'm just waiting for this ash to fall
While I'm counting my regrets
I'm gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
My porch light is on, and I've unlocked my door
my eyes are red and my throat is sore
I've checked my mail and I watch my phone
and I'm wondering when you're coming home
So while I'm counting my regrets
I'm gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
How much longer can I watch my own TV
now I've seen how white my shirts can be
One more smoke, I'll take one more sip
before I wipe your name right off my lips
So while I'm counting my regrets
I'm gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
So while I'm counting my regrets
I'm gonna smoke one hundred cigarettes
Before I see that rising sun
I believe I smoked one hundred and one
