Cigarette

One, two, three, four

♪

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, how you doin'?

It's cold, how you feelin'?

Cold, how you feelin'?

I never wanted a thing from you

I only asked for a cigarette

And all the shit that you put me through

I only wanted a cigarette

♪

You think you're such an artist

Such a cold guy

Into dies

That's true

You're not made for me

And it's true

I was not made for you

I was not made for you

I was not made for you

I was not made for you, yeah

♪

I never wanted a thing from you

I only asked for a cigarette

And all the shit that you put me through

I only wanted a cigarette

I never wanted a thing from you

I only asked for a cigarette

And all the shit that you put me through

I only wanted a cigarette, yeah