I'm coming down with something Got sugar stuck in my throat Pacing the fun fair playing some age, I've overgrown Now every right is wrong and I paid my fare for a show But the lights are gone and no one's coming
Baby Hope you don't mind if I stay here Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach Just the way I want it Sweet nausea
I'm coming down with something Got shivers down to my toes Facing the cold air, playing voicemails on speakerphone Now every ride is over (oh, every ride) I paid my fare for a show Put the lights back on 'cause no one's coming, coming
Baby (coming, no one's coming) Hope you don't mind if I stay here Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach Just the way I want it Sweet nausea (oh)
