Smokers’ Song Imelda May

Friend of mine in a bar
Hadn't been chatted up for years
Got this bloke droning on and on
Boring my poor friend to tears
She looks him dead straight in the eye
Thinks to herself, 'ooh what a guy,'
But he goes on and on and on and on
Been polite for far too long
So, she said
She said
She said...

Take your cigarettes
Take your jokes
I'll find someone else who smokes
Or high
Or makes me laugh - a ha ha ha!

So, here she is, all alone again
Hasn't had nothing but strife
Every guy she seems to meet
Is either homogenized or man and wife
Mmm, not gunna settle for any low life
'cause she strives herself more than her appetite
So she strives on and on and on and on
Losers still coming on so strong
She said
She said
She said...