Love Sick - Bettie Serveert, Peter Te Bos

So you’d rather go blind

Standing on the edge for the umpteenth time

Are you losing your mind?

Coiled up like a spring that’ll snap in time

You get off on every thrill

If you don’t fall, your body will

You’re a Love Sick Babe

Right down to your shoes

A Love Sick Babe

Like a positive blues

Like a sweet cascade, but you’re so afraid

To be in love, Sick Babe

So you’re stuck in a dream

See yourself right down on your knees

Like a Monkey Machine

Saying that you’re oh-so willing to please

Senses fly with toed off shoes

And Hell has turned it’s back on you and

You’re a Love Sick Babe

Right down to your shoes

A Love Sick Babe

Like a positive blues

Like a sweet cascade, but you’re so afraid

To be in love, Sick Babe

So afraid, make no mistake

‘Cause this is love, Sick Babe