You Make Me Sick

Pink

They make me sick
I know, I feel you
That's why we got to stick together
Yep, yep, yep
*laughs*
I know it!

1 - You make sick
    I want you and I'm hatin' it
    Got me lit like a candlestick
    Get too hot when you touch the tip
    I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip
    And it's driving me crazy, baby don't you quit
    Can't get enought of it
    You got me going again
    Baby you got me going again
    You make sick

You were doin' 8-0 on the freeway
In the six double O bumpin' Isley
He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy
Guess he had a little too much Hennessy
He told me that he wanna go home
With me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, ooh, I don't really know though

He got closer to me
He started getting deep
He had me in a zone
When he started to show me things I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Helluva a cool but you man had the same
The way he licked his lips
And touched my hips I knew that he was slick

Repeat 1

So hot in my six now
So hot, had to roll all the windows down
Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now
Wondering should I really take it there now?
He told me he would make it worth it
But thinking how many times have I heard this
Got him feeling but I wasn't even nervous
All his slick ass lines were kind of working

I felt my knees get weak
His body was calling me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was two or three
I had to get out the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
He was too smooth to be screaming my name
And even though we made the best of it
I still told him this

Repeat 1

Hmm...yeah

Repeat 1 (2x)

I want you and I hate it
Hot when you touch the tip
I'm feeling it
I gotta get a grip
And it's driving me crazy, baby don't you quit
Can't no, no, no, no
Oh, you make sick
I want you and I'm hating it