[Verse 1] My friends are talking perfume, Chanel and fancy names, I’m over here sniffing flower jars Like I’m judging beauty pageants for strains. “This one’s got some citrus, A little diesel on the side, With notes of fresh pine forest And a skunk that’s trying to hide.” They all stare at me confused, Like I’ve completely lost my mind, But every grower in the room Knows exactly what I’ll find. [Chorus] Girl, that’s terpenes, That’s what I’m talking about, Why’s this one smell like blueberries And this one smell like a tire fire route? Girl, that’s terpenes, Nature’s little jokes, One smells like tropical candy, One smells like a skunk in a fur coat. [Verse 2] I got limonene for sunshine, Myrcene for the couch, Pinene when I wanna remember What I walked into the room about. Caryophyllene sounds fancy, Like somebody rich in France, But really it’s just pepper spice Making my nose do a little dance. My dating profile should just say: “Must appreciate the smell Of mangoes, lemons, gasoline, And forest floor as well.” [Chorus] Girl, that’s terpenes, That’s the language that I speak, If you know the difference between Sweet cream and funky feet. Girl, that’s terpenes, The grower version of wine, Except instead of grapes we’re saying, “Smells like oranges and a tractor tire.” [Bridge] Normal people: “Wow, smells good.” Growers: “Interesting. The dominant terpene profile Suggests bright citrus top notes, Followed by earthy undertones, With a subtle hint of fuel.” Normal people: “…what?” [Breakdown] Lemon! Pine! Mango! Gas! Cookie! Cream! Berry! Grass! Why does this one smell Like a fruit stand in a mechanic shop? Nobody knows! [Final Chorus] Girl, that’s terpenes, The reason growers lose their minds, We’ll spend an hour smelling flowers Trying to find one specific kind. Girl, that’s terpenes, And I proudly plead guilty, Because if loving weird plant smells is wrong, Then don’t acquit me. [Outro] My friends wear perfume… I wear trimming scissors, Resin stains, And Eau de Limonene. And honestly? I smell amazing.
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