LYRICS

To whom do you think, what are you doing?
Thing May that weighs me and your right to great.

Chorus: (x3)
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of you responsible has to do,
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of you molehills has to do.
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of you jealous yet to do,
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick of your dealings to compare.

you yourself do Take your bag, put me in the woods,
I’m sick of you and the numbers of male vanity.

Chorus: (x2)

I’m sick!