I’m a junkie   Oh, sorry   You can cut this bit out      Du-Da-La Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba      I’m lonely, Been skipping meals   Still hold me, fell like Ally McB (oh no)   Been wearing, this sick smile for days   Never seen things clearer in a different kind of way      So whats the cure?   My temperature,   Is high and rising and I’m so strung out on you      I’ve got this sickness for your touch   I’m messed up, can’t get up, or get a grip of myself   I’m so addicted to your love, I’ve messed up, so let up   Gimme that   good stuff      Du-Da-La Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba      I’m a junkie, I’ve over dosed   On Chunky Monkey, sweet stuff I need the most   No good reason, for me to stop   Zip me in your pocket until we can make the drop      My head’s a mess, the side effects   Of our encounter’s got me freakin’ in my bed   I’ve got this sickness for your touch   I’m messed up, can’t get up, or get a grip of myself   I’m so addicted to your love, I’ve messed up, so let up   Gimme that   good stuff      Du-Da-La Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba      I’m a junkie for your love   co’mon let me give you some   stuff so sweet it’s just like cinnamon   never can I have enough, coming up we’ll be tough   got this sickness for your touch   never can I have enough, baby   never never can I have enough, baby   never can I have enough, baby   never never never, oh      I’ve got this sickness for your touch   I’m messed up, can’t get up, or get a grip of myself   I’m so addicted to your love   I’m messed up, can’t get up, or get a grip of myself   I’ve got this sickness for your touch   I’m messed up, can’t get up, or get a grip of myself   I’m so addicted to your love, I’ve messed up, so let up   Gimme that   good stuff