The Ick

You know when you meet someone
That makes you wanna fall in love
Then they go and do something
That really turns you off

When they like you way too much
They're thinking you can't get enough
You're buried under the weight
That's why they call it a crush

I used to feel the ooh-la-la, but
Now I've got the sickness

It came on quick
Creeping under my skin
A deep, un-scratch-able itch
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I'm the one
But I think maybe I'm done
'Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick

It's not the butterflies
It's a chill running down my spine
I got a fever (fever!)
And it's not the good kind

You're making my tummy hurt
Making all my insides turn
All the uncomfortable feelings I'm feeling
Combined into one little word

It's ick
A feeling you can't unstick
A problem you just can't fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I'm the one
But I think maybe I'm done
'Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick

Now that I got the ick, I don't think I can handle it
I got to get myself outta this
I got to get out, got to get out, yeah
Toenails and your flip flops
Stealing from a thrift shop
Breath like garlic knots
This ick won't stop
Talking in a baby voice
Saying: Boys will be boys
Rage in the parking lot
This ick won't stop

It's ick
A feeling you can't unstick
A problem you just can't fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I'm the one
But I think maybe I'm done
'Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick

'Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the ick