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