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

Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air Went into the kitchen, your cigarettes were lying there Your jacket hung on the chair where you left it last night Everything was in place, everything was all right But you were missing Last night I dreamed

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

(In a car jam) And drowned out Missa Luba In a car jam Tonight they're closing up the world N'sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks And then a shyboy from Missouri