I’m Gonna Get Crushed Elliott Smith

It's just my sense of smell that made me wind up here where I don't belong
Oh, can't you tell what my intentions are, what I'm so stuck on?
When I'm chewing off a hangnail looking at your bike
And I had to nip a lot of seats, babe, before I knew what yours was like

Huh, I know it's pretty weird
And I may be too weird for you
And I may be too weird for you
And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
Because I'm amorous

I picked it up from betting on the greyhounds
All pumped up from chasing something that they'll never catch around
But it's plain to see I couldn't possibly just be in the neighborhood accidentally
And Acapulco's gold, so high on my disease
I got a nosebleed living in my head

And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
Because I'm amorous

And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
And I feel like I'm gonna get crushed
Because I'm amorous