I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me, 'cause I'm dead & bloated

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

I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me
Somebody gave me
Somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed