Someone invent me a medicine, somebody get me a pillMy heart is over the speed limit, 110 at the wheelI'm so obsessed, can't leave your bed againI do not get like this usually, butterflies under my bootsSpoilers just something you do to me, frozen forget how to moveI can't believe, you're making meSick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick in my stomachSick, sick, sick, sick, sick, how can I love it?Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, how can I love him?How can I love him?Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, how can I suck it?Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, how can I love it?How do I know it's a pick?Sick, sick, sick, sickI can't love you, I can't love youSick to myI got a tall kind of weaknessSix foot four on the weekendWhy am I catching these feelings?Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secretNo, the way we breatheIt's my God, mySick, sick, sick, sick, sickSick to my stomachSick, sick, sick, sick, sickI can't love itSick, sick, sick, sick, sickI can't love himI can't love himSick, sick, sick, sick, sickSick to the stomachSick, sick, sick, sick, sickI can't love himSick, sick, sick, sick, sickI can't love himI can't love himSick to mySeek the storyOh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh