Nauseous - Terry Malts

I’m not trying to tell you

How you should live your life

So why then should I listen to you condemn me for mine

A feeling comes over me, when I’m still with this day

The feeling I get when told to abstain’s the same

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love, your love, your love,

your love, your love makes me na na na nauseous

I’m not interested in hearing your reasons why

You ignore natural urges for something in the sky

A feeling comes over me when I’m filled with disdain

The feeling I get when told to abstain’s the same

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love, your love, your love,

your love, your love makes me na na na nauseous

I’m not trying to tell you

How you should live your life

So why then should I listen to you condemn me for mine

A feeling comes over me, when I’m still with this day

The feeling I get when told to abstain’s the same

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love makes me nauseous

Your love, your love, your love,

your love, your love makes me na na na nauseous X 2