Sick Love (Redd Kross)

Build me up, tear me down, be your clown Be a prophet for six months now they kicked me out You used to pick on me now I'm on the cover of your magazine Without a reason what has changed Don't make me laugh I won't kiss your ass I will not do it (I will not) I wouldn't know how to do it (I will not) I figured from the start (I figured from the start) I'd give you half my heart (I'd give you half my heart) But that amounts to twice as much as you Kiss the boot, made of suede, kiss the mirror Before the image starts to fade then it's gone I've known all along that what you did was wrong You are so evil and ugly too Don't make me laugh I won't kiss your ass I will not do it (I will not) I wouldn't know how to do it (I will not) I figured from the start (I figured from the start) I'd give you half my heart (I'd give you half my heart) But that amounts to twice as much as you American scene shaker You are England's newest hit makers (Newest hit makers) But I won't do it, I said, you can't make me do it 'Cause I won't kiss it and I won't do it Well, maybe I'll do it you can kiss my face It's a sick, sick love It's a sick, sick love It's a sick, sick love It's a sick, sick love It's a sick, sick love It's a sick, sick love