Sweet Nausea

I'm coming down with something
Got sugar stuck in my throat
Pacing the fun fair playing some age I've overgrown
Now every right is wrong and
I paid my fare for a show
But the lights are gone and no-ones coming
Baby
Hope you don't mind if I stay here
Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach
Just the way I want it
Sweet Nausea
I'm coming down with something
Got shivers down to my toes
Facing the cold air playing voicemails on speakerphone
Now every ride is over
I paid my fare for a show
Turn the lights back on cos no ones coming, coming
Baby
Hope you don't mind if I stay here
Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach
Just the way I want it
Sweet Nausea