My lips Probably taste like Cigarettes and I promise I don't do this a lot My hands Are sweating so bad I think I'm just nervous so just give me a shot And I feel bad About this But you know how I get when I get stressed out I do The things you tend to hate I know how you hate the taste of my lips I know how you hate the taste of cigarettes So I know how you hate the taste of my lips Cheap drinks And cheaper excuses I never have too much in my pocket But I keep something up my sleeve It's your hands They feel so much better than mine They're steady, they're calm and they're not clammy It feels nice And I feel bad About this But you know how I get when I get stressed out I do The things you tend to hate I know how you hate the taste of my lips Cause I know how you hate the taste of cigarettes So I know how you hate the taste of my lips