I

just

sort

of

al-

ways

feel

sick

with-

out

you

ba-

by

I

ain't

got

a-

ny-

thing

to

lick

with-

out

you

ba-

by

No-

thing

real-

ly

sticks

with-

out

you

ba-

by

Ain't

I

fal-

len

in

love?

It's

just

the

pits

with-

out

you

ba-

by

It's

real-

ly

just

the

pits

with-

out

you

ba-

by

It's

like

e-

very-

one's

a

dick

with-

out

you

ba-

by

Ain't

I

fal-

len

in

love?

And

all

my

pals

will

tell

me

that

I'm

cra-

zy

You

bet

I'm

loo-

py

al-

right!

And

I

just

don't

re-

cog-

nize

this

fool

that

you

Have

made

me,

I

have-

n't

seen

him

for

a

while

And

as

you-

're

shrin-

king

fi-

gure

blows

a

kiss

I

catch

and

smash

it

on

my

lips

Dar-

ling

I

can't

seem

to

quit

Comp-

lete-

ly

fal-

ling

to

bits

I

real-

ly

might

be

lo-

sing

it

The

i-

de-

a

that

you've

e-

xis-

ted

all

a-

long's

Ri-

di-

cu-

lous

I

don't

know

what

to

say

Ba-

by

we

ought

to

fuck

se-

ven

years

of

bad

Luck

out

the

pow-

der

room

mir-

ror

Could

I

have

made

it

a-

ny

clea-

rer?

It's

love

like

a

tongue

in

a

nos-

tril

Love

like

an

ache

in

the

jaw

You're

the

first

day

of

spring

with

a

sep-

tum

pi-

e-

rcing

Litt-

le

Miss

Sweet

Dreams,

Ten-

nes-

see

Sweet