It's a fabulous song so I'd thought you guys should know what it means.
And yes, though it sounds like a happy song. It's really not.
It talks about a women who's sick & tired of love and how
her love hurts her deeply that life seems to be sad and empty.
My room is like a cage
The sun puts its arm to the window
Hunters at my door
Like little soldiers who want to take me
I don't want to work
I don't want lunch
I just want to forget
And so I smoke
I already knew the perfume of love
A million roses shed no fragrance like it
Now a single flower in my enclosure makes me sick
I don't want to work
I don't want lunch
I just want to forget
And so I smoke
I am not proud of that
Life which wants to kill me
It's wonderful to be nice
But I do not know that
I don't want to work
No
I don't want lunch
I just want to forget
And so I smoke
I am not proud of that
Life which wants to kill me
It's wonderful to be nice
But I do not know that
I don't want to work
No
I don't want lunch
I just want to forget
And so I smoke
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