Years ago, I met someone
Who asked another for a fag
At first I thought he was so far gone
That he wanted someone in drag
I knew he was from out of town
By the way he walked and talked
I bit my tongue, eyes to the ground
Was careful where I walked
Soon found out, the day we met
He was just asking for a cigarette
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