When i think of your hands sliding down my back
When i think of your sweat on my skin
And your moist breath whispering in my ear
I ... i ... i
I get sick
Sick to my stomach
I pretended to love you longer than i did
I wish i could erase the images i see
Your satisfied grin, you lying beneath me, dear
I ... i ... i
I get sick
Sick to my stomach
How could i let you get so close?
You slithered in when i was needy
By the time i saw it for what it was
It was too late to put on the brakes
When i think of the way people are looking at me
Like i lead you on -- they're wrong
They don't know the whole story
And now you turn me on, oh you turn me on
About as much as sandpaper masturbation, dear
I ... i ... i
What flash of insanity
Could have made me
Do what i did?
With all your false maturity
It's a lie
You're nothing but a kid
You devoured my skin
How could i let you in
And out and in and out and in and out and in and out?
I ... i ... i
When i think of what never should have been
It makes my head spin
I ... i ... i
I get sick
Sick to my stomach
I think i'm gonna puke