I like it    I don't like it

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

antoher man';s shoes

Guess I wal;ked 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