I Feel Like Shit (This Must Be Love)

When we're together my insides throb

Like my intestines are in my heart

I know, and I'm reduced to a trembling heap

Of highs and nervous parts

What's this feeling?

My organs bite and cramp

And I nearly pooped my pants every time I see ya

My head is reelin'

I think I'm gonna hurl

But wouldn't trade it for the world, even diarrhea

Whoa, I feel like shit (ho ho!)

This must be love

I'm nauseous from the stress

(And I'm a gassy, rashy mess)

I've got a boner in my chest