Lyrics Sick - The Tiger Lillies

Sick

You know I love you, oh, my darling;
you know I love to tell you it
You know I’d die for you, my sweetheart;
I hesitate to stir the shit
I know you’re kind, I know you’re generous;
and on your shoulder,
there’s no chip
Its just a small thing, oh, my darling;
your very presence makes me sick
Your compassion is unequalled;
I’m worthy not your boots to lick
You are an angel, pure and simple;
for your presence I’m not fit
You really do deserve a husband;
caring, young and kind and rich
You’re so witty and so charming;
you put to shame those country hicks
It’s just a small thing, oh, my darling;
your very presence makes me sick