I'm so bored of being sick
But it helps me breathe
When I'm alone like a tree
Doctors, run, come help me quick
I don't know what it is
But there is something wrong with me
Give me more
I'm sorry now about it
Give me more
I'm more than that
I've got blood and I've got love
I am so damn happy to be awake
Shake me up with pills to take
Tell me why the bellyache
Give me more
I'm sorry now about it
Give me more
I'm broken down, forget it
I'd like to be more
And I want an orange tree
If in ten days I'm not dead
I will get on out and use my legs
Run myself a clear green bath
Keep the good times rolling
And that my friends, is that
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
