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
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
I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
guess i walked too softly
Oh 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'