Poor Rich Ones - Clumsy lyrics

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