Natalie Jane – Sick To My Stomach

Somebody invent me a medicine
Somebody get me a pill
My heart is over the speed limit
110 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 it's just something you do to me
Frozen forget how to move

I can't believe
You're making 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

I got a tall kind of weakness
Six foot four on the weekend
Why am I catching feelings
Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secret no

The way we breathe
It's making 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)