Cigars - Rockettothesky

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

Leaned against the bar like a stra-aw in a cock-tail gla-ass

Leaned out towards him like a spo-on pul-led out of a honey jar-jar-jar-jaaaa

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

The dress untied itself and we were sur-prised my skin a-stayed on;

He opened hi-is arms and I jumped into-them-like-a-basket…ba-a-a-aaa-ll

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

Ci-gars, ci-gars, ci-ga-a-ars, ci-gars, ci-gars-ci-gars-ci-ga-a-ars

Lately I find your limbs growing out of my body;

you call it love Picasso-style

And-I say, «Have you heard about those mice with ears growing out of their

backs?»