Sick

You know I love you oh my darling you know I love to tell you it

You know I’d die for you my sweetheart I hesitate to stir the shit

I know you’re kind I know you’re generous and on you’re shoulder there’s no chip

Its just a small thing oh my darling your very presence makes me sick

Your compassion is unequalled I’m worthy not your boots to lick

You are an angel pure and simple for you’re presence I’m not fit

You really do deserve a husband who’s young and kind and rich

You’re so witty and so charming you put to shame those country hicks

It’s just a small thing oh my darling you’re very presence makes me sick