Thirty comes fast,
Kicking in a pile of stones,
Waiting for a man to look back.
I could smoke.
Wouldn't be a bad idea at all.
When it hit me,
Thicker than a pile of bricks:
My father, he was younger than I,
And he smoked.
Maybe I should go
Get someone pregnant;
Put a little pressure on the situation.
Wouldn't be a bad idea at all,
As far as bad ideas go...
I could smoke.
Marry me so
We could go and learn Japanese,
Watching as our families die,
'Cause they smoked.
Marry me so
We could have a boy of our own.
Watch him as he grows up alone.
But if he smokes...