 Well, I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes For a lady that I love with the name I forget That night I taught her how to laugh She taught me how to slow dance I tried to take her home She said, you don't stand a chance I'm the closest thing my mother had to her daughter I used to be ashamed of that But now I'm kind of flattered I learned that my weakness is a weapon anyway So I haven't touched a pretty thing in 40 days