I fuckin shit my pants
So smell me bitch, I stink
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
Yeah, and she says it's
NaturalI 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
I am trampled under sole of
Another man's shoesGuess I walked too softly
Oh 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
Songwriters
DELEO, DEAN / DELEO, ROBERT EMILE / KRETZ, ERIC / WEILAND, SCOTT RICHARDPublished by
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