Dead & Bloated

I am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbedI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me'cause I'm dead & bloatedI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbedI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me'cause I'm dead & bloatedOhh yeah, and she says it's naturalI feel I've come of ageWhen she peeks I start to runOhh yeah, and she says it's naturalI feel I've come of ageWhen she peeks I start to runYou can't swallow what I'm thinkinYou can't swallow what I'm thinkinI am trampled under sole ofantoher man';s shoesGuess I wal;ked too softlyOhh yeah, and she says it's naturalI feel I've come of ageWhen she peeks I start to runOhh yeah, and she says it's naturalI feel I've come of ageWhen she peeks I start to runYou can't swallow what I'm thinkinYou can't swallow what I'm thinkinI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbedI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me'cause I'm dead & bloatedI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrowI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbedI am smellin' like the rosethat somebody gave me, somebody gave me,somebody gave me onmy birthday deathbed