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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
