Oh, I like those seeds in you
You smell like a fresh, falling flower
That got itself burned by the sun
While I was waiting
While I was waiting
Sometimes I get this feeling deep inside
It's like I'm up in a gum tree
Up in a gum tree
I don't want to get burned by the sun
The rays are fluorescent
I am a washing machine
I keep on breathing
I keep on breathing
Sometimes I get this feeling deep inside
It's like I'm up in a gum tree
Up in a gum tree
I can feel your drops
Circling around me
I can feel your drops
Circling around me
Oh, I like those seeds in you
You smell like a fresh, falling flower
That got itself burned by the sun
While I was waiting
While I was waiting
While I was waiting
While I was waiting
While I was waiting