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 shit
I know you're kind, I know you're generous; and on your shoulder, there's no chip
Its just a small thing, oh, my darling; your very presence makes me sick
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
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 sick
Enfermo
Sabes que te amo, oh, mi querida; sabes que me encanta decírtelo
Sabes que moriría por ti, mi amor; dudo en revolver la mierda
Sé que eres amable, sé que eres generosa; y en tu hombro, no hay rencor
Es solo una pequeñez, oh, mi querida; tu mera presencia me enferma
Tu compasión es inigualable; no soy digno de lamer tus botas
Eres un ángel, pura y simplemente; para tu presencia no soy apto
Realmente mereces un esposo; cariñoso, joven, amable y rico
Eres tan ingeniosa y encantadora; avergüenzas a esos campesinos
Es solo una pequeñez, oh, mi querida; tu mera presencia me enferma