You Make Me Sick - Pink

They make me sick

I know I feel you, that’s why we gotta stick together

Yep Yep Yep  I know it…

You make me 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 feelin it, I gotta getta grip

And it’s drivin me crazy baby don’t you quit

Can’t get enough of it

You got me goin again

Baby, you got me goin again

You make me sick

He was doing 8-0 on the freeway

In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley

He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay

Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey

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, “boo, I don’t really know though”

He got closer to me…it started gettin 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

Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same

The way he licked his lips and touched my hips

I knew that he was slick

In the 6 now, so hot

Gotta pull all the windows down

Eyes lead and I’m thinkin bout the sheets now

Wonderin should I really take it there now

He told me he would make it worth it

Again, how many times have I heard this

Kinda funny, but I wasn’t even nervous

Well his slick-ass lines were kinda workin

I felt my knees get weak…his body was callin me

Just couldn’t take the heat

Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets

Baby was cool but I knew it was game

Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name

Even though we made the best of it

I still told him this…

Can’t..no no no

Oh, you make me sick

I want you and I’m hatin it…hatin it…hatin it