I wanna see your pom-poms from the stands. Come on, come on. . My fingertips, and my lips, they burn. From the cigarettes. Forrest Gump, you run my mind boy.
I wanna see your pom-poms from the stands. Come on, come on. . My fingertips, and my lips, they burn. From the cigarettes. Forrest Gump, you run my mind boy.