Im a junkie Oh, sorry You can cut this bit out DuDaLa BaBaBaBa Im lonely, Been skipping meals Still hold me, fell like Ally McB oh no Been wearing, this sick smile for days Never seen things clearer in a different kind of way So whats the cure? My temperature Is high and rising and Im so strung out on you Ive got this sickness for your touch Im messed up, cant get up, or get a grip of myself Im so addicted to your love, Ive messed up, so let up Gimme that Good stuff DuDaLa BaBaBaBa Im a junkie, Ive over dosed On Chunky Monkey, sweet stuff I need the most No good reason, for me to stop Zip me in your pocket until we can make the drop My heads a mess, the side effects Of our encounters got me freakin in my bed Ive got this sickness for your touch Im messed up, cant get up, or get a grip of myself Im so addicted to your love, Ive messed up, so let up Gimme that Good stuff DuDaLa BaBaBaBa Im a junkie for your love Comon let me give you some Stuff so sweet its just like cinnamon Never can I have enough, coming up well be tough Got this sickness for your touch Never can I have enough, baby Never never can I have enough, baby Never can I have enough, baby Never never never, oh Ive got this sickness for your touch Im messed up, cant get up, or get a grip of myself Im so addicted to your love Im messed up, cant get up, or get a grip of myself Ive got this sickness for your touch Im messed up, cant get up, or get a grip of myself Im so addicted to your love, Ive messed up, so let up Gimme that Good stuff
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