(Beat starts: Thaptip-thaptum)

[Intro] Yeah, yeah... Ronald, you know what I mean? Just listen, listen...

[Verse 1] The milk's gone flat from the fridge, don't even try to fix it The dönüş is dead, just a bruise on the ice I tried to hug you, I tried to grab at your waist But you're walking away with a vulture's gaze Got a cigarette burning ten digits off my back A cigarette, cigarette... And I'm sitting in the quiet, watching the town pass by Thinking about your hairline, thinking about your hairline...

[Chorus] And I cup my hands, and I feel them shaking Just to put another cigarette upon my foot I can't believe it, numb me have to numb myself Put another cigarette upon my foot... (Smoke, smoke, goon, goon, goon, goon, goon) my girl, my girl, my girl... I could die, I could die just knowing...

[Verse 2] Did you send a love note? Did you slip one in? Maybe I wrote it, maybe I wrote it myself The coffee's cold in the pot, the dust on the wall It's a grey, grey, gasp in the crawley, the crawl... I've got bits of my own in my own hands Just as her napkin, her sweet, her sweet... And I could die, I could die...

[Verse 3] I know it's a shame, and I say it's a shame, All right, I'll try to say it shameless, a shameless, a shameless, a shameless... I'll try to say it shameless, a shameless... And I could die, I could die...

[Chorus] And I cup my hands, and I feel them shaking Just to put another cigarette upon my foot I can't believe it, numb me have to numb myself Put another cigarette upon my foot... (Smoke, smoke, goon, goon, goon, goon, goon) Little girl, little girl, little girl... I could die, I could die just knowing...

[Outro] Yeah, I could die... Just the knowing... The knowing... (Smoke, smoke, goon, goon, goon, goon, goon)

(Fade out on the snare loop as the voice gets distant) Little girl... Little girl... Just go on...

(Final strum: Thaptip-thaptum)