I found the following song in a Popular Songs magazine from August, 1936. Don't ask me why I own this magazine, just go with it. Anyway, I thought it was pretty amusing.
Love Is Like a Cigarette
(By Richard Jerome and Walter Kent)
You called it Heaven above,
A star that shines in the night,
A bird that sings in its flight,
A flow'r that blooms in the Spring,
It's no such thing.
Love is like a cigarette,
You know you held my heart a-glow
Between your finger tips;
And, just like a cigarette,
I never knew the thrill of life
Until I touched your lips.
Then, just like a cigarette,
Love seemed to fade away
And leave behind ashes of regret;
Then, with a flip of your fingertip
It was easy for you to forget;
Oh! Love is like a cigarette.
:-)
