作词 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May 作曲 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May There I go, thinking of you again You don't know how sick you make me You make me freakin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song, whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So **** it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm 'Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? I go and get another one, now I got two (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid **** again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it) If you only knew how much I hated you For every single freakin' thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you (Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo) You don't know how sick you make me You make me freakin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter that you'd probably just shred up, yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to A stupid piece of, paper, I'd rather let you see how Much I freakin' hate you in a freestyle You're a freakin' piece of poop, I hope you freakin' die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your freakin' guts, you piece of poop, I hope you die (Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie) But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack (A-a-a-a-a-a-ack) But what else can I do? I haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke You don't know how sick you make me You make me freakin' sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke Ah, damn!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May [00:01.000] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Steve King/Marshall Mathers/Brian May [00:18.830]There I go, thinking of you again [00:22.830]You don't know how sick you make me [00:29.170]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach [00:32.360]Every time I think of you I puke [00:34.820]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow [00:40.800]You may not think you do, but you do [00:43.800]Every time I think of you I puke [00:46.080]I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem [00:50.100]But off of the dome would probably be a little more [00:52.920]More suitable for this type of song, whoa [00:57.940]I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of [01:01.780]Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to [01:04.650]So **** it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm [01:07.650]'Bout to rattle off some of the reasons [01:09.640]I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo [01:12.590]Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? [01:15.590]I go and get another one, now I got two [01:18.650](Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) [01:21.580]Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin [01:24.320]I can't believe I went and did this stupid **** again [01:27.270]My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it) [01:33.330]If you only knew how much I hated you [01:36.020]For every single freakin' thing you've ever put us through [01:38.970]Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you [01:42.080](Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo) [01:44.930]You don't know how sick you make me [01:50.990]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach [01:54.410]Every time I think of you I puke [01:56.680]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow [02:02.820]You may not think you do, but you do [02:05.720]Every time I think of you I puke [02:07.970]I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter [02:11.970]But I thought a song would probably be a little better [02:14.790]Instead of a letter that you'd probably just shred up, yeah [02:19.880]I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of [02:23.700]How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to [02:26.520]A stupid piece of, paper, I'd rather let you see how [02:29.550]Much I freakin' hate you in a freestyle [02:31.770]You're a freakin' piece of poop, I hope you freakin' die [02:34.270]I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye [02:37.490]I hate your freakin' guts, you piece of poop, I hope you die [02:40.570](Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie) [02:43.390]But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad [02:46.240]It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back [02:49.220]It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack [02:52.250](A-a-a-a-a-a-ack) [02:55.220]But what else can I do? I haven't got a clue [02:57.940]Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to [03:00.970]But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke [03:06.980]You don't know how sick you make me [03:13.070]You make me freakin' sick to my stomach [03:16.330]Every time I think of you I puke [03:18.680]You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow [03:24.770]You may not think you do, but you do [03:27.750]Every time I think of you I puke [03:53.350]Ah, damn!
