Smoking Makes You Look Sophisticated

Smoking makes you look sophisticated
That cigarette accentuates your eyes
You look a little older than I am
Rugged looks and your yellow hands
Carry on, little fawn
I am bored by these goings on
As you send smoke signals I sit back and yawn

I told you I need identification
Some official record of your age
Bullshit sophistication might fool some
But believe me it leaves me numb
And you’ve come, it was fun
But the law says that you’re too young
So take your poor ass back from whence it’s come

And I didn’t want you to be the one
Didn’t want you to spoil my fun
Couldn’t stand to be outdone

And you walk away with your head held high
You don’t see as I wave goodbye
Well, this is it goodbye