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I am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me'cause I'm dead & bloated
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 worldthinkin' `bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole ofantoher man's shoes
Guess 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'
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