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 and 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 and bloated Oh, oh, yeah, yeah And she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh, oh, yeah, 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 smellin' like the rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am trampled under sole Of another man's shoes Guess I walked too softly Oh, oh, yeah, yeah And she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Oh, oh, yeah, 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 and 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
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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 and 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 and bloated
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh, oh, yeah, 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 smellin' like the rose
That somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole
Of another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
And she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Oh, oh, yeah, 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 and 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
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