GOSTO - Cigarette

About a girl with white hair
Looking like the queen of spades In the moonlight air
She’s looking for a piece to take

Hold me close like a cigarette
In between your fingertips
I know you’re gonna let me go

So come on baby burn me slow

The money is a metaphor
For everything of mine she takes
We’re playing out an endgame
That always ends the same way

Hold me close like a cigarette
In between your fingertips
I know you’re gonna let me go
So come on baby burn me slow

Written by:
JAREN JOHNSTON, KIP MOORE, CHRIS STAPLETON

Publisher:
Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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