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
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