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 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 hinkin'
I run through the world
Thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole of
Another 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'
Writer(s): Dean Deleo, Scott Weiland, Eric Kretz, Robert Deleo
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