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