Smoke From Your Cigarette
Composer(s): Harold Johnson
Performer(s): Lillian Leach & The Mellows; The Belmonts



Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Things that you speak of make me realize
That you've found someone else to take my place
In your heart, in your heart

There was a time you would say
I was the only one who could bring
Happiness to you or anyone
But now those days are gone

Gone are the days when we would say
We were meant for each other
Gone are the days, those wonderful days
When on you kisses I would smother

Smoke from your cigarette clouds my eyes
Please don't say it, darling, won't you realize
And tell me you'll forgive me
Before those days are gone, gone