You know when you meet someone

That makes you wanna fall in love

Then they go and do something

That really turns you off

When they like you way too much

They're thinking you can't get enough

You're buried under the weight

That's why they call it a crush

I used to feel the ooh-la-la, but

Now I've got the sickness

It came on quick

Creeping under my skin

A deep, un-scratch-able itch

Something inside is telling me

Telling me to run

I know you think I'm the one

But I think maybe I'm done

'Cause something in you is giving me

Giving me the Ick

It's not the butterflies

It's a chill running down my spine

I got a fever (Fever!)

And it's not the good kind

You're making my tummy hurt

Making all my insides turn

All the uncomfortable feelings I'm feeling

Combined into one little word

It's Ick

A feeling you can't unstick

A problem you just can't fix

Something inside is telling me

Telling me to run

I know you think I'm the one

But I think maybe I'm done

'Cause something in you is giving me

Giving me the Ick

Now that I got the Ick, I don't think I can handle it

I got to get myself outta this

I got to get out, got to get out, yeah

Toenails and your flip flops

Stealing from a thrift shop

Breath like garlic knots

This Ick won't stop

Talking in a baby voice

Saying, "Boys will be boys"

Rage in the parking lot

This Ick won't stop

It's Ick

A feeling you can't unstick

A problem you just can't fix

Something inside is telling me

Telling me to run

I know you think I'm the one

But I think maybe I'm done

'Cause something in you is giving me

Giving me the Ick

'Cause something in you is giving me

Giving me the Ick