Lovesick

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Description

This is me singing Lovesick from the musical Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (Music and Lyrics by David Yazbek).

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I think that you pits Got well, No, it's gotta need a little find. Careful, because you're bleeding pretty somo mental, Marinate your brain and once the temperature goes up, you hardly sleeping. Custer shits on a wet tossed and turned for hours under sweat. Sweet smells like dying Fullers and pain in your stomach like a long neglected dilated Pupils have refused to see the truth That is air sick. You're sick. You might not get through it. Your aching harness racing and your brain can catch up to it. Tell you die of love, be itching on your skin then and right down to your skeleton. You sees you freeze needs turning to jelly tendon your run them praying that you'll keep some self respect. But out of nowhere comes another side effect. Like when you see this phase, you feel it in your eyes. They start to water like that place between your thighs whenever he gets close over. You're sick of what you're saying. You're sick of what you're thinking. You have another drink except you're sick of what you're drinking while sitting there alone, longing for his touch, A little lesson elixir, but too much as much. The spark that started it became a raging fire. Cobwebs in your had turned into razor wire. It's like a puzzle that you'll never get The trick of trick is you admitting you're sick of what? You're sick of your field on your tongue. You feel it in your lives. You feel it from your fingers to that thing between your hips. Clips on the phone shutter tingled Paramedic comes. You wonder if he singled. You are six executable falling to pieces and the curses. George is worse than the disease is. You're dead. Your toes you don't baby, uh, sick.