Kimi Cigarette Lyrics

Here comes Donnie Cigarette

And on his arm: the discotheque's own queen

She never mind his caveman glare

White bright hair and alligator skins

Four-inch platform souls do rise

And anyway, they have to match her eyes

In front-page worthy baby blue

Do the bus stop

She's a neon rainbow, yeah

Men want to be with her

Women want to be her

She's never shot a gun, but she always has a knife

She do the drop, split, and bounce a couple times a night

Watch her now

Women want to be her

Men want to be her

How he hates to see her hit the floor

Come on, babe, it's Saturday

Midori flows, and everybody knows

She's dancing with herself again