I want to smell you.
Your armpits have a lot to say.
It's alright.
I'm getting paid for it anyway.

When I get near you
The scent begins to knock me down.
I don't mind.
I'll just cry it out this time around.

Sometimes I wish I knew them well
So I could speak my mind and tell them
"Dear god, please take a bath."

I have to smell you.
There's nothing else that I can do.
It's alright.
I'll just barf my brains out when I'm through.

Sometimes I'd rather rot in hell
Than to put up with a smell
That's nauseating me.

I want to smell you.
But I don't do this work free.
It's alright.
It's only temporary.
I've got time! I've got time! I've got ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-ime! {fade}