Sick Boy
MATTHEW MOORE DEVINE
Oh there he goes again
High like a zeppelin
Big eyes and under fed
She took him by the throat and said
I love you, sick boy, yeah
I love you, sick boy, yeah
His heart gets what it needs
From shooting antifreeze
Laid out beside the bed
She took him by the throat and said
I love you, sick boy, yeah
I love you, sick boy, yeah
You are the real one
My s-I-see-k love
They begged me to avoid
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy
My s-I-see-k boy