Clumsy Songtext

von Poor Rich Ones

I'd like to smell gold that comes with September
I'd like to drink on the way

I am leaving at the end of this month
Take all the things that you would like
To do me when I am free
And you mean the strangest view
And 'cus I'm the one to blame for all the shame

I feel so clumsy, and you think I'm tired of you
I'm not the least proud of that

I am leaving at the end of this month
Take all the things that you would like
To do me when I am free
And you mean the strangest view
And 'cus I'm the one to blame for all the shame

Take all the things that you would like
To do me when I am free
And you mean the strangest view
And 'cus I'm the one to blame for all the shame

Take all the things that you would like
To do me when I am free
And you mean the strangest view
And 'cus I'm the one to blame for all the shame