When i think of your hands sliding down my back

When i think of your sweat on my skin

And your moist breath whispering in my ear

I ... i ... i

I get sick

Sick to my stomach



I pretended to love you longer than i did

I wish i could erase the images i see

Your satisfied grin, you lying beneath me, dear

I ... i ... i

I get sick

Sick to my stomach



How could i let you get so close?

You slithered in when i was needy

By the time i saw it for what it was

It was too late to put on the brakes



When i think of the way people are looking at me

Like i lead you on -- they're wrong

They don't know the whole story

And now you turn me on, oh you turn me on

About as much as sandpaper masturbation, dear

I ... i ... i



What flash of insanity

Could have made me

Do what i did?



With all your false maturity

It's a lie

You're nothing but a kid



You devoured my skin

How could i let you in

And out and in and out and in and out and in and out?

I ... i ... i



When i think of what never should have been

It makes my head spin

I ... i ... i

I get sick

Sick to my stomach



I think i'm gonna puke