I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes
For a lady that I love with a name I forget
That night I taught her how to love
She taught me how to slow dance
I tried to take her home she said 'you don't stand a chance'
I'm the closest thing my mother had to a daughter
I used to amshamed of that but now I'm kind of flattered
I learn that my weakness is a weapon anyway
So I haven't touched a pretty thing in days
Everything is alright if only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
