I save cigarette butts for a poor girlacross townWe were making marriage plansand some guy came over and took her toa wrestling matchlater that evening Frankensteinand the beauty queen sat thumbing througha better homes and gardens magazinemaking plans and holding handsalong came a spider, sat down beside herand took her toa wrestling matchI had this dream about these angelsI had this dream the other nightit was really weirdthey were playing guitarsand getting loudand they spilt beer on JesusI save cigarette butts for a poor girlacross townI spent a lot of money at the pizza shopjust to watch the waitresses walkback and forthI go to school, I’m a college studentI have a secret pocket on the inside of my coatwhere I keep this cigarette buttmeanwhile on the dance floorthe loud guitar solo seems to be promoting wild desiresthe music has set their hearts on fire with lustSure are a lot of cigarette butts layin’ aroundI thought I’d give her one more chanceso I went over to see her again at her housand when I walked inthere was her and himand they were having a wrestling matchI save cigarette butts for a poor girlacross town