Someone invent me a medicine
Somebody get me a pill
My heart is over the speed limit
Hundred and ten at the wheel
I'm so obsessed
Can't leave your bed again
I do not get like this usually
Butterflies under my boots
Swear there's just something you do to me
Frozen, forget how to move
I can't believe
You're makin' me
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick to my stomach
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love it
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love him
I kinda love him
Now I'm sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick to my stomach
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love it
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love him
I kinda love him
Sick to my
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I got a tall kinda weakness
Six-foot-four on the weekend
Why am I catchin' these feelings?
Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secret, no
The way we breathe
It's makin' me
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick to my stomach
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love it
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love him
I kinda love him
Now I'm sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick to my stomach
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love it
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, I kinda love him
I kinda love him
Sick to my
(Sick to my stomach)
(Ooh)
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