In the early morning, when you wake each other up   Coughing like you might not make the afternoon   You keep the curtains closed and you carry off a conversation   But you both know that it’s still far too soon to say you’ll be OK      La la la la la      You keep the curtains closed and you hide behind the newspaper   You got yourself some nicotine in the nick of time   And even though the weekend doesn’t really make much difference   You spent Thursday on your backside whistling “Friday On My Mind”   Super-supine      La la la la la   Smokers in love      Happy and hungover on the first day of October   Struggling to remember the last night of September      In the early evening, then you crack each other up   Laughing ’til you’re practically bent double on the floor   Amidst a sea of empty bottles, crockery and coffee cups   Using anything for ashtrays, drinking drinks you can’t afford   And you’re still bored      La la la la la   Smokers in love