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As she sits around the house all day
Trying to remember just what she'll say
Can't find her keys
Goes to check the fridge again
Stands there with the door open
There's always something to be craving
Then the doorbell rings and makes her spring
She runs and hides in the bathroom
She's got the low down left-hand cigarette blues
Yeah them low down left-hand cigarette blues
She tries to play guitar
To find a minor chord
For the song that's swirling round in her head
An angel or a devil told her
All the words she need to know
Can't remember what they said
For she's hungry, worn out and confused
She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues
For she's hungry, worn out and confused
She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues
Well she finally remembers what she had to say
Snaps her fingers from mouth to way
She used to be real smart
She says the world is full of idiots
Late night TV is ridiculous
Just want to fit in
But now I'm hungry, worn out and confused
She's got them low down left-hand cigarette blues