I'm a country-girl who smokes Marlboro and wears Denim Overalls. I also wear a hat over my long red hair, I'm standing, looking at you as I'm lighting my cigarette and inhaling the fresh smoke. I don't wear anything else besides the overall, my Big Country Tiddies are peaking out from behind the Overall. I play with them, pinch my nipples. The smoke, I blow in your face, from under that straw hat, with the cigarette hanging in the mouth corner. The hair, tied up and Rapunzel long. You will not forget this image, especially my lips, always behind the smoke's fogginess . I am careless, but available, proud but simple. The kind of girl who always smells like smoke, and not because she's a firefighter, but because she smokes around 40 cigarettes per day! If I kiss you you'll discover that my lips don't taste like strawberry lip-gloss, but like smoke! The smell of smoke is like a second nature for me. I have my rituals, just after I light it, the first smokes are almost smooth and as you continue to smoke and get close to the end the taste bitters, the flavor becomes harsh, until the last drag that sometimes burns your lips. Just like life... Or like an old Marlboro TV commercial!