It's a Cohiba.
She is the Queen Mother of Weeds.
She is a smacker, a loin chops roaster, a Barbie doll in a Hummer, a meister ant-ress amongst the workers.
She is the taste of honey. She's the nuts.
She eases my pain. She gives me hope.
She knows Linsay Lohan and she works with her behind the sheds across the railway tracks.
She is not a King Edward.
She does not give me the hangover taste of sorbitol from cheap orange squash.
Tell me, boys.
If a Cohiba has an uneven burn, should I throw her in a bush?
Perhaps my lungs and lips are uneven when it comes to the big inhale?
Don't turn me into an elective mute by your stares.
I'll feel like David Beckham without nice boots.
I want to play ball here without going red.
Maybe this wasn't a Cohiba?
Maybe it was a bloated Panama from Asda?
(Wal-Mart to you boys).
She is the Queen Mother of Weeds.
She is a smacker, a loin chops roaster, a Barbie doll in a Hummer, a meister ant-ress amongst the workers.
She is the taste of honey. She's the nuts.
She eases my pain. She gives me hope.
She knows Linsay Lohan and she works with her behind the sheds across the railway tracks.
She is not a King Edward.
She does not give me the hangover taste of sorbitol from cheap orange squash.
Tell me, boys.
If a Cohiba has an uneven burn, should I throw her in a bush?
Perhaps my lungs and lips are uneven when it comes to the big inhale?
Don't turn me into an elective mute by your stares.
I'll feel like David Beckham without nice boots.
I want to play ball here without going red.
Maybe this wasn't a Cohiba?
Maybe it was a bloated Panama from Asda?
(Wal-Mart to you boys).
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