Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Verse 1: B You think that Cupid's got a bow? F Well, no. Bbm Cupid's got a needle. B F It'll find a vein. Bbm Ebm Careful, 'cause you'll bleed a little. Ab Db Gb But pretty soon romance will marinate your brain. Eb Ab F Then watch the temperature go up.
Verse 2: B F Bbm You hardly sleep because your sheets are wet, Toss and turn for hours. B F And your sweat is sweet, Bbm Smells like dying flowers. Ebm Ab Db Gb You got pain in your stomach like a long neglected tooth. Ebm Ab F Dilated pupils that refuse to see the truth. Chorus 1: Bbm And that's you're sick. You're sick, Gb Bbm You might not get through it. Gb Bbm Your aching heart is racing and your brain can't catch up to it. Gb Bbm That's how you diagnose an overdose of love. Verse 3: B You feel the itching on your skin, F Then in, Bbm Right down to your skeleton. B You seize, F You freeze, Bbm Knees turn into gelatin. Ebm Ab Db Gb Then, you're on them praying that you'll keep some self respect. Ebm Ab F But out of nowhere comes another side effect. Chorus 2: Bbm Like when you see his face, Gb Bbm You feel it in your eyes - Gb Bbm They start to water like the place between your thighs whenever he gets close. Gb Bbm Thats an overdose of love. Bridge: Gb B You're sick of what you're saying. F Bbm You're sick of what you're thinking. Gb B You'd have another drink, F Bbm Except you're sick of what you're drinking. Ebm Ab While sitting there alone, Db Gb Longing for his touch, C7 F A little is elixir but too much is much too much. Bbm You're burning up! Verse 4: Ebm Ab Db Gb The spark that started it became a raging fire. Ebm Ab Db Gb The cobwebs in your head turned into razor wire. Ebm Ab Db Gb It's like a puzzle that you'll never get the trick of. Ebm Ab F The trick is you admitting you're sick of what you're sick of. Chorus: Bbm You feel it on your tongue. Gb Bbm You feel it in your lips. Bbm Gb You feel it from your fingers to the thing between your hips. Bbm You collapse on the floor, Gb You shudder, You tingle. Bbm The paramedic comes, You wonder if he's single. Chorus: Bbm You are sick, sick, sick! Gb Bbm You're falling to pieces. Bbm Gb Bbm And the curse is the cure is worse than the disease is. Bbm You're dead, You're toast, Gb F Bbm F Db Bbm You're overdosed on love. Gb Bb F You're overdosed on love. Bbm F Bbm You are overdosed on love. Gb F Bbm Baby, you are sick
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