It's 3 a.m.
So I creep
Around the room
You're asleep
I want you
To sleep real tight
Don't wanna turn on
Any light
I care about you
About you I fret
But right now
I need a cigarette
I can't sleep
I gotta smoke
I think I left some
In my coat
No they're not there
But there's a chance
I left some in the pocket
Of my pants
Ouch bumped into the table
Below the belt
If you were a man
You'd know how it felt
There's just one thing I don't wanna do
And that one thing is to wake up you
My hands are shakin' my brow is damp
Bumped into the chair
Knocked over the lamp
Bumped into the chair
Knocked over the lamp
Sure I know where
Some cigarettes are
But it's too cold outside
To go to the car
This habit of mine
It's gotta be fed
Gonna get down and scrounge 'round
Under the bed
Under the bed
Down on the floor
Up on top
I can hear you snore
Eureka!
I'm in luck
Found some matches
And a crumpled butt
Just to show
I love you
Not gonna look for an ashtray baby
Gonna use your shoe
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