Touch Me I'm Sick / Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More
Single - 1 agosto 1988 - Debaser id 103280

Well I feel bad
And I've felt worse
I'm a creep yeah
I'm a jerk
Come on!

Touch Me I'm Sick!

Well I won't live long
And I'm full of rot
Gonna give you girl
Everything I've got

Touch Me I'm Sick!
Touch Me I'm Sick!

Come on baby now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone

Touch Me I'm Sick!
Fuck Me I'm Sick!

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl

oooh

Mama said, "child, what you done?"
Mama said, "child, what you done?"
"Wake up and greet the midday sun"

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor

oooh
oooh, ow, ow, ow

Mama can't handle her on her own
Mama can't handle her on her own
She says, "You just wait till your father gets home"