Lemurs, Man. Lemurs

Hands gorgeous
Rollin' her cigarette
Thumbs and forefingers
Rollin' tobacco in the paper
She licks the paper slow twice
Putting it all together

Hands gorgeous
Holding a vodka drink
Smoking a cigarette
She's walking up to me
She licks the paper slow twice
Putting it all together

Maybe in her purse, a light
(She licks the paper slow twice)
To find a matchbook
(Twice)
To light her smoke
Look at those lips

Roll one for me
Let's drink all night