Natalie Jane — Sick To My Stomach

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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, forgot 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 gotta tall kinda weakness
Six foot four on the weekend
Why 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, oh)