Black 'n' Milds

She's working at the bar tonight
He's looking for some company
Everyone is so familiar
She's looking for some mystery
But a friendly mystery like an Airhead with a question mark
He enters in a cloud of pleasant smoke

She knew it when she smelled them Black 'n' Milds
She knew that she would have a good time
Smelling them Black 'n' Milds

He wants her to smell she's there
Give her a sense of well-being
Slowly she'll slip into his silent sexuality
He's average height and pale-skinned
Comes in a little too close to speak
Seems harmless enough for chatting
He ain't carrying no disease
Suddenly she's in his car
And he's driving her to his place
She tried to ask him something smart but
He covered it up with a Black 'n' Mild
Now she's sitting on his bed
And they're passing back and forth the herb
He puts that thing into his mouth and takes off his shirt

She knew it when she smell them Black 'n' Milds
She knew that she would have a good time
Smelling them Black 'n' Milds