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 you're 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 you're presence I'm not fit You really do deserve a husband who's 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 you're very presence makes me sick