There I Go--thinking Of You Again

[Chorus]
You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me
You Make Me Fuckin' Sick To My Stomach
Every Time I Think Of You, I Puke
You Must Just Not Know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You May Not Think You Do, But You Do
Every Time I Think Of You

I Was Gonna Take The Time To Sit Down And Write You A Little Poem
But From Of The Dome Would Probably Be A Little More, More Suitable For This Type Of Song--whoa
I Got A Million Reasons Off The Top Of My Head That I Could Think Of
Sixteen Bars, This Ain't Enough To Put Some Ink Ta
So Fuck It, I'ma Start Right Here By Just Be Brief-a
Bout To Rattle Off Some Other Reasons
I Knew I Shouldn't Go And Get Another Tattoo Of You
On My Arm, But What Do I Go And Do
I Go And Get Another One, Now I Got Two
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
I'm Sittin' Here With Your Name On My Skin
I Can't Believe I Went And Did This Stupid Shit Again
My Next Girlfriend, Now Her Name's Gotta Be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If You Only Knew How Much I Hated You
For Every Motherfuckin' Thing You Ever Put Us Through
Then I Wouldn't Be Standing Here Crying Over You
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

[Chorus]
You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me
You Make Me Fuckin' Sick To My Stomach
Every Time I Think Of You, I Puke
You Must Just Not Know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You May Not Think You Do, But You Do
Every Time I Think Of You

I Was Gonna Take The Time To Sit Down And Write You A Little Letter
But I Thought A Song Would Probably Be A Little Better
Instead Of A Letter
That You'd Probably Just Shred Up--yeah
I Stumbled On Your Picture Yesterday And It Made Me Stop And Think Of
How Much Of A Waste It'd Be For Me To Put Some Ink Ta, A Stupid Piece A
Paper, I'd Rather Let You See How
Much I Fuckin' Hate You In A Freestyle
You're A Fuckin' Cokein' Slut, I Hope You Fuckin' Die
I Hope You Get To Hell And Satan Sticks A Needle In Your Eye
I Hate Your Fuckin' Guts, You Fuckin' Slut, I Hope You Die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But Please Don't Get Me Wrong, I'm Not Bitter Or Mad
It's Not That I Still Love You, It's Not 'cause I Want You Back
It's Just That When I Think Of You, It Makes Me Wanna
Gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
What Else Can I Do, I Haven't Got A Clue
Now I Guess I'll Just Move On, I Have No Choice But To
But Every Time I Think Of You Now, I'll I Wanna Do
Is Pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

[Chorus]
You Don't Know How Sick You Make Me
You Make Me Fuckin' Sick To My Stomach
Every Time I Think Of You, I Puke
You Must Just Not Know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You May Not Think You Do, But You Do
Every Time I Think Of You, I Puke

Fuckin' Bitch