the tiger lillies - Sick

You know I love you oh my darling

You know I love to tell you it

You know I'd die for you my sweetheart

I hesitate to stir the s**t

I know you're kind I know you're generous

And on your shoulder there's no chip

It's just a small thing oh my darling

Your very presence makes me ill

And your compassion is unequalled

I'm worthy not your boots to lick

You are an angel pure and simple

For your presence I'm not fit

You really do deserve a husband

Caring young and kind and rich

It's just a small thing oh my darling

Your very presence makes me ill

You're so witty

And so charming

You put to shame those country hicks

It's just a small thing oh my darling

Your very presence makes me ill

Your very presence makes me sick