Nicotina

	Not every cigarette is a dead, dead thing
	Some have a mind and try to be other things
	Pushed in the pack, they crave some
	Virginia air
	Softly, they pray to someone, but life ain't fair
	They're born to lose
	They're born to fill
	The lungs of
	Jack The lungs of
	Jill And like
	I said Life just isn't fair
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina is her name
	Once in a while a cigarette has a name
	N-I-C-O-T-
	I-N-A, that's her name
	She had a tiny voice, and she sang all day
	She was a cigarette, but she loved to play
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina is her name
	A man with a cough
	Stepped to the machine
	Dropped coins in the slot
	The end of a dream
	He ripped the pack and coughed, and then coughed again
	Popped out a cigarette, and we're near the end
	She screamed and screamed but so much was filtered out
	Now Nicotina's only a tiny cloud
	Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though
	Nicotina's gone, but life goes on though
	Nicotina's gone, but life goes on and on and on and on and on
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina,
	Nicotina was her name