Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

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
With 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

Poses, Rufus Wainwright