Tell me, where do they go, those smoke rings I blow each night? What do they do, those circles of blue and white? Why do they seem to picture a dream of love? Why do they fade in my phantom pool of love? Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away Puff, puff, puff, night and day Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings Those little smoke rings I love, please take me above with you Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings Those little smoke rings I love, please take me above Take me with you
