You're Sick (Of Me) Songtext
von Kris Ellestad

You′re sick of me
Well I'm sick of you
Getting sick was my idea
I did it first
It′s true

Well you be sharp and I'll be dull
A knife that can't quite cut through butter
A burnt-out bulb like no other

The words I use just reach to find
The sentiments I had in mind
Perhaps the body just knows best
The things to which I can′t attest
Through my mouth


If we step back there ain′t no shame in that
If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that

Yogi said to his wife Yoni
Baby you really be speaking my lingam
But once in a while pulla my fingam

And although fun may not exist
It′s the searching for that makes it worth it
And not the need to unearth it

The words I use just reach to find
The sentiments I had in mind
Perhaps the body just knows best
The things to which I can't attest
Through my mouth


If we step back there ain′t no shame in that
If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that
If we step back there ain′t no shame in that
If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that