Arrbie J - Cigarette Girl

Never thought he'd find her
Behind his window
She sets up at the side of his road

All the empty faces
Glide past his window
But there's only been the one that will glow

Boxes of papers
Cigars in wrappers
Fill his room like a shoppers window

Could he ever ask her
Would she give her number
Does she know that her heart he will hold

Stands in her queue now
He feels like a boy now
Her eyes are like the glistening snow

Can have your name girl
Or even your number
But it's only the New York Times and he goes

Go get your Cigarette Girl
Go get your Cigarette Girl
Go get yours I got mine

Back at his window
He looks upon her
With cigar ash falling like snow

Skims through his paper
And there in italic biro
Is her number 526550

Dear Mr Window
My name Florence
And maybe for a drink we could go

Looks to the window
Her lips they curve now
His heart belongs to cigarette Flo

Go get your Cigarette Girl
Go get your Cigarette Girl
I found mine in Cigarette Flo

Written by:
Richard Bellis

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