Look at those smokers how cool they appear
They inhale so stylishly but don't you think that it's queer
That what they're inhaling is ghastly and vile
They don't seem to notice that it should be a trial
Why do they do it? Could it possibly be
That they are addicted, they're not at all free
But because they look so much in control
They'll lure you in with them right into the fold
Please try to remember often things aren't as they seem
They may look confident, part of a team
They'll tell you they enjoy it it's one of their pleasures
But that foul smelling stuff is not one of our treasures
You'll only enjoy it when you're under its spell
And believe it or not it's like being in hell
You don't believe me? Then you've swallowed the myth
That smoking is glamorous. Get over it.
That's how people are captured year after year
Their health and their wallets they will lose, I do fear
Let's stop this senseless slaughter once and for all
I ask you, I beg you into this trap please don't fall
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