Discussions in a Smoke Filled Room - Operation: Mindcrime

Isn’t it a little late

Shouldn’t you fly away

Little dove with cigarettes

Show 'em that you can hold your breath

I heard about a girl

Buried her dolls and lost her curls

Painted on lipstick red

Grew herself up and then she’d

Walk into a smoke filled room

Oh no one could keep their eyes off you

Have a little drink or two

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Walk into a smoke filled room

Little black dress and mama’s shoes

Isn’t it a bit too soon

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Walk into a smoke filled room

Oh I believe love will follow you

Isn’t it a bit too soon

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Take a step around the room

And every head keeps turning too

Little dove, you fight 'em back

Show em you’re so much more than that

I heard about a girl

Buried her dolls and lost her curls

Painted on lipstick red

Grew herself up and then she’d

Walk into a smoke filled room

Oh no one could keep their eyes off you

Have a little drink or two

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Walk into a smoke filled room

Little black dress and mama’s shoes

Isn’t it a bit too soon

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Oh how could you be that girl I knew

Walk into a smoke filled room

Oh I believe love will follow you

Isn’t it a bit too soon

Oh how could you be that girl I knew