Forrest Gump My fingertips, and my lips, they burn From the cigarettes Forrest Gump you run my mind boy Running on my mind boy I wanna see your pom poms from the stands Come on, come on I know you Forrest I know you wouldn't hurt a beetle

Me and your cigarettes Always there every time you need me It ain't love, it's just like nicotine You're addicted to a feeling you can only get From me and your cigarettes Gives you something you can do with your hands Makes you look cool and feel like a