Three Cigarettes In An Ashtray
W.S. Stevenson / Eddie Miller
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small café
Then a stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes in the ashtray
I watched her take him from me
And his love is no longer my own
Now they are gone
And I sit alone
And watch one cigarette burn away
I watched her take him from me
And his love is no longer my own
Now they are gone
And I sit alone
And watch one cigarette burn away