I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I am trampled under sole of another man's shoes Guess I walked too softly
Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated
I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, somebody gave me, somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
