Sick, Sick, Sick Songtext
von Lisa Loeb

Sick, sick, sick
They watch you closely
They love you mostly when they watch the time

Ticktock tick
They want you breathing on your own
If you could get up, then they′d take you home
But that won't do, there′s something wrong with you

Think, think, think
Do you remember?
It was last November on your birthday when they brought you in

Dot, dot, dot, dash
V for victory
You flashed your hand
And threw your cake into the garbage can
Oh, misery, there's something wrong with me

Now they sit by your bed and they hide from each other, by your side
With each other and play games
They don't talk, they′d rather watch the clock


Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock, ticktock
Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock, ticktock
Tick

Ticktacktoe
No, two turns in a row
That′s cheating

X, X, O
You never win
But you want to play again

You're the only reason that they spend this time together
Don′t be scared to share the news
Afraid to say you've made the trade for bells and whistles
No more thorns and thistles for you
No more crazy in the head, no more lying in your bed

Jump up high
And let them know that you are happy
It′s okay to show them you're well
Celebrate
If they can′t take it, they can go to hell


La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la