Purple cigarettes colored in blue,
And who smoked them all was you.
They were deep and black like a whack,
Glory like gold,
Loud like horns,
Looks like a freak when you breathe,
Looks like roses,
Different in doses.
Smoke out the puff like a hut,
In the end it will be nothing but struck.
Purple cigarettes colored in blue,
Burnt ashes and so was you.
