Clumsy - 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 to me when I am free

And give me the strangest feeling

'Cos I’m the one to blame for all the shame

I’ve been 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 to me when I am free

And give me the strangest feeling

'Cos I’m the one to blame for all the shame

Take all the things that you would like

To do to me when I am free

And give me the strangest feeling

'Cos I’m the one to blame for all the shame

Take all the things that you would like

To do to me when I am free

And give me the strangest feeling

'Cos I’m the one to blame for all the shame