When I think of your hands sliding down my back  When I think of your sweat on my skin  And your moist breath whispering in my ear  I ... I ... I  I get sick   Sick to my stomach    I pretended to love you longer than I did  I wish I could erase the images I see  Your satisfied grin, you lying beneath me, dear  I ... I ... I  I get sick   Sick to my stomach    How could I let you get so close?  You slithered in when I was needy  By the time I saw it for what it was  It was too late to put on the brakes    When I think of the way people are looking at me  Like I lead you on -- they're wrong   They don't know the whole story  And now you turn me on, oh you turn me on   About as much as sandpaper masturbation, dear  I ... I ... I    What flash of insanity   Could have made me   Do what I did?    With all your false maturity  It's a lie  You're nothing but a kid    You devoured my skin  How could I let you in   And out and in and out and in and out and in and out?  I ... I ... I    When I think of what never should have been   It makes my head spin  I ... I ... I  I get sick   Sick to my stomach    I think I'm gonna puke