Pinga Frisim

fredag 6 november 2009

U MAKE ME....

hate the way that you play with my emotions
How you got me open
Still I give all my devotion

Making me feel I’m just some little token
Boy do you have me smoking
Cause I’ve never felt a high like this before

I try to hold it in
Focus in
Cope with it

I always feel I’m suffering
I’m loving him
But I’m stuck with him
And I’m… drowning in my own rage
Can we just get back on the same page


Please don’t take this personal but you make me sick but…

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick
Make me feel like pulling my hair out and throwing a fit
But there’s something you need to know

Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
It’s killing me to say, boy
Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you make me sick


I try to ignore you
Don’t want to do nothing for you
But then I really adore you
Can’t be done

When I’m feening and weaning
There you go intervening
Baby you got my screaming
At the top of my lungs


I try to hold it in
Focus in
Cope with it

I always feel I’m suffering
I’m loving him
But I’m stuck with him
Drowning in my own rage
Can we just get back on the same page


Please don’t take this personal but you make me sick but…

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick
Make me feel like pulling my hair out and throwing a fit
But there’s something you need to know

Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
It’s killing me to say, boy
Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you make me sick


Wish I could kick it like a cigarette
Drop you like a bad habit
Boy you got me tangled up in your net
And your loves got me so upset

I’m trapped in your funhouse
Boy you got me burning out
And I can’t find no escape
I’m poisoned by your love
My poor heart can’t get enough


You make me sick


Please don’t take this personal but you make me sick but…

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick
Make me feel like pulling my hair out and throwing a fit
But there’s something you need to know

Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
It’s killing me to say, boy
Baby I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you make me sick, make me sïck.

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