Smells Like Happiness Lyrics

	作曲 : Gibb
	Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own day with a parade and a song
	In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize
	That cities have clubs and we like to get drunk
	And high from the smells we inhale from dirty wells
	And the mouth of a boy who smokes cigarettes
	Happiness has a smell I inhale
	Like a drug done in a darkened hall
	Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on
	I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste
	Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette
	And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores
	As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
	Men walk their dirty feet on
	And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
	Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own place with the smell of our own

	zuo qu : Gibb
	Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own day with a parade and a song
	In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize
	That cities have clubs and we like to get drunk
	And high from the smells we inhale from dirty wells
	And the mouth of a boy who smokes cigarettes
	Happiness has a smell I inhale
	Like a drug done in a darkened hall
	Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on
	I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste
	Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette
	And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores
	As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
	Men walk their dirty feet on
	And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
	Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own place with the smell of our own

	zuò qǔ : Gibb
	Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own day with a parade and a song
	In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize
	That cities have clubs and we like to get drunk
	And high from the smells we inhale from dirty wells
	And the mouth of a boy who smokes cigarettes
	Happiness has a smell I inhale
	Like a drug done in a darkened hall
	Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on
	I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste
	Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette
	And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores
	As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
	Men walk their dirty feet on
	And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
	Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
	And mark our own place with the smell of our own

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