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Natalie Jane - Sick To My Stomach (Lyrics)

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Lyrics:-
[Verse 1]
Someone get me a medicine
Somebody get me a pill
My heart is over the speed limit
Huntin' and down at the wheel
I'm so obsessed
Can't leave your bed again
Archin' my bed like it's usually
Butterflies under my boots
Swear it's just something you do to me
Frozen, forgot how to move
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't believe
You're makin' me
[Chorus]
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—
[Verse 2]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I gotta talk in my weakness
Six foot four on the weekend
Why am I edgin' these feelings?
Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secret, no
[Pre-Chorus]
Lord, I can't breathe
It's makin' me
[Chorus]
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—
[Outro]
Sick to my stomach
You're making me
Any Question or Music Submission :-
Lyrics:-
[Verse 1]
Someone get me a medicine
Somebody get me a pill
My heart is over the speed limit
Huntin' and down at the wheel
I'm so obsessed
Can't leave your bed again
Archin' my bed like it's usually
Butterflies under my boots
Swear it's just something you do to me
Frozen, forgot how to move
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't believe
You're makin' me
[Chorus]
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—
[Verse 2]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I gotta talk in my weakness
Six foot four on the weekend
Why am I edgin' these feelings?
Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secret, no
[Pre-Chorus]
Lord, I can't breathe
It's makin' me
[Chorus]
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—
[Outro]
Sick to my stomach
You're making me