YOU MAKE ME PHYSICALLY SICK (LET’S START HAVING CHILDREN)

You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
Physically sick

Sweetheart
Everything was great at the start
Hand in hand, and lost in each other
One great endless snog
Tick tick
See the hands spin round on the clock
Suddenly the blindfold has slipped off
And much to my dismay

You’re dull
Dead dull
And your jokes are shit

You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
Physically sick

Darlin’
Oh, it was so much fun to begin
Cheek to cheek, we danced through the summer
Laughing at the world
But, oh no!
Where did all that happiness go?
Now each minute seems like an hour
Now I know the truth

Do this
Do that
You’re like my mum

You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
You make me physically sick
Physically sick

Maybe we should start having children
Maybe we should start having children
Maybe we should start having children...


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