Sick Love - Redd Kross

Build me up, tear me down, be your clown

Be a prophet for six months now they kicked me out

You used to pick on me now I’m on the cover of your magazine

Without a reason what has changed

Don’t make me laugh

I won’t kiss your ass

I will not do it

(I will not)

I wouldn’t know how to do it

(I will not)

I figured from the start

(I figured from the start)

I’d give you half my heart

(I'd give you half my heart)

But that amounts to twice as much as you

Kiss the boot, made of suede, kiss the mirror

Before the image starts to fade then it’s gone

I’ve known all along that what you did was wrong

You are so evil and ugly too

Don’t make me laugh

I won’t kiss your ass

I will not do it

(I will not)

I wouldn’t know how to do it

(I will not)

I figured from the start

(I figured from the start)

I’d give you half my heart

(I'd give you half my heart)

But that amounts to twice as much as you

American scene shaker

You are England’s newest hit makers

(Newest hit makers)

But I won’t do it

I said, you can’t make me do it

'Cause I won’t kiss it and I won’t do it

Well, maybe I’ll do it you can kiss my face

It’s a sick, sick love

It’s a sick, sick love

It’s a sick, sick love

It’s a sick, sick love

It’s a sick, sick love

It’s a sick, sick love