Cigarette Songtext
von Babe Corner

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