Nearly Took Up Smoking

I would like to be

A lighthouse on your sea

But when we're on the phone

You always sink

Happy as can be

And then you talk to me

I drag you down

Before you even blink

Then it's: Over, over and out

And suddenly we talk about

The most stupid, shallow things

And all because of what my temper brings

I would like to do

Exciting things for you

I nearly took up smoking

Just to be

Elegantly rash

Vigorous and brash

Of course I ended up

With smoker's allergy

Then it's: Over, over and out

And suddenly we talk about

The most stupid, shallow things

And all because of what my temper brings

It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride

And I am only sweet when I drink

It's hard to be kind; it's all about pride

And I am only sweet when I drink