So sick of these muscles
So sick of these good looks
Sick of the way that people stare
I'm so sick of you
Sick of these cars
And the shiny new bills
Sick of not knowing what shirt to wear
I just need one more
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme
Wontchya please
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme please
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme one more
Wont you please
Sick of these haircuts
And the tattoos too
Sick your whining
Sick of all this food
Sick of all these parties
And all of this free time
Sick these million dollar bottles of wine
I just need one more
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme
Wontchya please
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme please
Gimme one more
Wontchya gimme gimme one more
Wont you please
