Pink Cigarette Lyrics Perfume, the wind and the leaves Hush me, touch me The burns, the holes in the sheets I'm hoping the smoke Hides the shame I've got on my face Cognac and broken glass All these years I've been your ashtray I found a pink cigarette On the bed the day that you left And how can I forget that your lips were there Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything But me Hush me, touch me Champagne, your hair in the breeze Hush me, touch me Lipstick, a slap on my cheek Your eyes cried at last Told me everything I was afraid to ask Now I'm dressed in white And you've burned me for the last time You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette
This is rare youll almost never see an ashtray in cigarette advertising
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The advertising agency chosen for this campaign was the relatively new firm of Wells, Rich, Greene, headed by Mary Wells Lawrence, who is one of the most skillful advertisers around
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