The Will To Death
John Frusciante
3:49(One, two, three, four) When you got a clean smile, you can walk with style He can be naked, with no brain In your pussy, I'm coming, and I love you I always have to thank God I found you Ah, as beautiful talk as it was to me Do you see there's no more me? I'm happy as can be I'm happy as can be, yeah-yeah Happy as can be I'm happy as can be