I was your Misty-Kool-Skydancer
You used to want me twenty times a day
But now you think that I am your cancer
I'm just ashes burnin' in your tray

No, you don't light me up,
Guess you�ve had enough

Well, I didn't know that...

I was such a Bad Habit
That I was your cigarette
Just a bad habit
That you would want to forget
A Bad habit
Smokin� regret
Baby you quit me
cold turkey

You held me mighty tight, tight, tight in your fingers
You�d breathe me in, uh-uh-uh, like a lovesick addict
And from your sweet lips you know I'd linger
T.O.B.A.C.C.O No, I was never a conflict

So where's my Marlboro Man
He's got an empty hand