Men’s legend's a Smoking Cohiba
I’m a tobacco leaf from Vuelta abajo
Leaving my shyness behind Pina Del Rio
Green juice runs in my arteries
Nicotine’s nurturing my puberty
My skin’s scorched brown and dark
My youth is fading, no more spark
Wrinkled and aged in time’s cellar
Dried and seasoned, older but wiser
Oppressed and depressed in a mould
I tolerate and sustain with a heart of gold
Old stems are torn and cast away
Essence’s fermented, matured day by day
On Virgin’s thigh does my head rest
Her silky skin as smooth as her breast
I am rolled and turned in her tender hands
My jacket’s soaked with her sweaty glands
The luxury of men I soon become
Elegant, Powerful and so handsome
I’ve high taste with a low profile
Easily on fire, killing you with a smile
Like Caviar, Cognac and dim sum
Cuban cigar is second to none
Monte Christo, Romeo & Juliet
What you ask for, what you get
Many a man of cigar has been written
Churchill, Fidel, Che, and Barton
Their legend’ sa smoking Cohiba
Intriguing, mystic, and filled with aroma
