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