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Love Sick

written by: Brutus Richmond

 

You’re infectious baby
I’ve got the disease
I’m burning up
Thirty eight degrees

Sweetheart keep your distance
Please don’t touch
I can take some rejection
But I can’t take much

(Chorus)
I’m lovesick, lovesick,
I’m not feeling so great
Lovesick baby.
It’s not something that I ate
But I have to bring it up.
The condition won’t abate.
Lovesick baby.
Let’s regurgitate

I’ve got this burning love
It feels so pure
But it’s a hot infestation
And there ain’t no cure
I tried some meditation
With the doctor of love
And I promised dedication
To the Lord above

(Chorus)
I’m lovesick, lovesick,
I’m not feeling so great
Lovesick baby.
It’s not something that I ate
But I have to bring it up.
The condition won’t abate
Lovesick baby.
Let’s regurgitate

But the Lord said nothing
'Cause he couldn't understand
He was far too busy
And he wouldn't lend a hand
So I took to medication
Ignored the hymns and the psalms
If this is going to kill me
Let me die in your arms.

Brutus Richmond

Brutus Richmond

Richmond Road is a tired old man with nothing much to say but with an overwhelming desire to say it anyway. He lives in the Hunter Valley of NSW in Australia where he watches people make wine and helps them drink it.
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