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You think that Cu pid’s got a (Cb)bow, well (F)no, (Bbm)Cu pid’s got a nee dle.
It ’ll (Cb)find a (F)vein, (Bbm)care ful, ’cause you’ll bleed a lit tle.
And pret ty (Ab7)soon ro mance will (Db7)mar i nate your brain, then watch the (Ab7)tem p’ra ture go (F)up.
You (CN.C.)hard ly sleep be cause your (Cb)sheets are (F)wet.
(Bbm7)Toss and turn for hours and your (Cb)sweat is (F)sweet, (Bbm)smells like dy ing flow ers.
You’ve got pain in your (Ab7)stom ach like a (Db7)long ne glect ed tooth.
Di lat ed (Ab7)pu pils that re (Db7)fuse to see the (F)truth, and that’s you’re (Bbm7)sick.
You’re sick, (Gb7)you might not get (F)through it.
Your (Bbm7)ach ing heart is rac ing and (Gb7)your brain can’t catch up (Cb)to it.
That’s (Bbm7)how you di ag nose
an o ver (F7)dose of (Bbm7)love.
You feel the itch ing on your (Cb)skin.
Then (F)in, (Bbm)right down to your skel e ton, you (Cb)seize, you (F)freeze, (Bbm)knees turn in to gel a tin.
Then you’re on them (Ab7)pray ing that you’ll (Db7)keep some self res (Gb)pect,
but out of (Ab7)no where comes an (Db7)oth er side ef (F)fect.
Like when you (Bbm7)see his face, (Gb7)you feel it in your (F7)eyes.
They start to wa ter like (Gb7)the place be tween your (Cb)thighs.
When (Bbm7)ev er he gets close, (Gb7)that’s an o ver (F7)dose of (Bbm7)love.
You’re (Gb7)sick of what you’re (Cb7)say ing, you’re (F7)sick of what you’re (Bbm7)think ing.
You’d (Gb7)have an oth er (Cb7)drink ex cept you’re (F7)sick of what you’re (Bbm7)drink ing.
While (Ebm7)sit ting there a (Ab7)lone, long ing for his (Gb9)touch, a (C)lit tle is e lix ir, but too (F)much is much too much.
You’re burn ing (Bbm)up!
The spark that (Ab7)start ed it be (Db7)came a rag ing fire.
The cob webs (Ab7)in your head turned (Db7)in to ra zor (Gb)wire.
It’s like a (Ab7)puz zle that you’ll (Db7)nev er get the (Gb7)trick of.
The (Ebm7)trick is you ad (Ab7)mit ting you’re (F)sick of what you’re sick of.
You feel (Bbm7)it on your tongue, you (Gb7)feel it in your (F7)lips.
You (Bbm7)feel it from your fin gers to (Gb7)the thing be tween your hips.
You c’llapse on the floor, (Gb7)you shud der, you (Cb7)tin gle.
The (Bbm7)par a (CN.C.)med ic comes, you won der if he’s sin gle.
You are (Bbm7)sick, sick, sick.
You’re fall ing to (F7)pie ces.
And the (Bbm7)curse is the cure is (Gb7)worse than the dis (Cb7)ease is.
You’re (Bbm7)dead, you’re toast, you’ve (Gb7)o ver dosed on
love.
You’ve o ver (F7)dosed
on (Gb7)love.
You’ve (Gb7)o ver (F7)dosed on (Bbm7)love.
(Gb7)Ba by, you (F7)are
sick!
This page shows “Lovesick” by David Yazbek in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Eb at 124 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.