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
('Cause I'm in love)
