Darling, I'll hold your cigarette
Whilst you tie your shoes
Darling, hold my cigarette
Whilst I sing the blues

With you it's a pleasure
To speak
And be heard
But we could just sit in cafés
And not say a word

Darling, I'll hold your cigarette
Whilst you tie your shoes
Darling, hold my cigarette
Whilst I sing the blues

With you it's a pleasure
To speak
And be heard
But we could just sit in cafés
And not say a word

You're all that I want
But not what I want to be
And I'm all that you want
But you're nothing like me