Thinking of You

I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill
I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill
I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill
You disgust and revolt me, you really do.
It’s guaranteed nausea just thinking of you,
Just thinking of you — I’m thinking of you!
I’m gonna puke, vomit, barf, throw up.
I’ll be blowing chunks and gobs and
mucus and some blood.
Choking, a gagging sound.
Splash my guts on the ground.
Smelly glumps from beneath,
Pieces stuck in my teeth.
You really make me sick!
Vomit dripping from my hair,
Puddles of it everywhere.
I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill
I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill
I’m Gonna be sick, you make me ill