hospice nurse

He's a practicing nurse that smokes off his pack porch He'd never share his cigarettes with me so long as I'm poor But he's my father you know, so I love him so I'd never ask him for a Newport short, I'd never implore You know those reds you like? The kind that's boxy and light I picked them up just for you, stopped by the store last night Now that we're starting to sway, let me come out and say I think it's time to get the lighter out I'd like to pray You know those reds you like? The kind that's boxy and light I picked them up just for you, stopped by the store last night But now it's not enough You're acting oh so tough I wish that I could get through to you Without having to call your bluff