You came to the party
And you stepped outside.
You grabbed your Virginia-Slim,
Ultra-light, Menthol, 100's, Soft-pack.
You lit a match, and the puny flame could barely withstand the wind.
You looked at me so wild You blew smoke into my twinkling eyes,
And it burned as the carbon dioxide
Activated into my pulsating retinas,
Staring back at you in awe,
Like some cutting-edge piece of technological equipment, I knew you were the one.