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