When I think of your hands sliding down my back
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When I think of your sweat on my skin
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And your moist breath whispering in my ear
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I ... I ... I
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I get sick
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Sick to my stomach
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I pretended to love you longer than I did
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I wish I could erase the images I see
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Your satisfied grin, you lying beneath me, dear
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I ... I ... I
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I get sick
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Sick to my stomach
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How could I let you get so close?
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You slithered in when I was needy
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By the time I saw it for what it was
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It was too late to put on the brakes
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When I think of the way people are looking at me
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Like I lead you on -- they're wrong
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They don't know the whole story
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And now you turn me on, oh you turn me on
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About as much as sandpaper masturbation, dear
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I ... I ... I
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What flash of insanity
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Could have made me
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Do what I did?
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With all your false maturity
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It's a lie
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You're nothing but a kid
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You devoured my skin
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How could I let you in
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And out and in and out and in and out and in and out?
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I ... I ... I
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When I think of what never should have been
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It makes my head spin
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I ... I ... I
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I get sick
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Sick to my stomach
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I think I'm gonna puke
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Sick To My Stomach
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