Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk - Rufus Wainwright

Cigarettes and chocolate milk

These are just a couple of my cravings

Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger

A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans

Have to eat them all in just one sitting

Everything it seems I like’s a little bit sweeter

A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then there’s those other things

Which for several reasons we won’t mention

Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger

A little bit harder, a little bit deadly

It isn’t very smart

Tends to make one part

So brokenhearted

Sitting here remembering me

Always been a shoe made for the city

Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places

Where scrappy boys faces have general run of the town

Playing with prodigal sons

Takes a lot of sentimental valiums

Can’t expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy

While running on empty, you little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game

Retaining mystique while facing forward

I suggest a reading of A Lesson in Tightropes

Or Surfing Your High hopes, or Adios Kansas

It isn’t very smart

Tends to make one part

So brokenhearted

Still there’s not a show on my back

Holes or a friendly intervention

I’m just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish, a little bit

Tower of Pisa, whenever I see ya

So please be kind if I’m a mess

Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Cigarettes and chocolate milk