Iggy Pop — Sickness

(One, two, three, four) Hey, little girl, you're black and blue Hey, little girl, you're six foot two I know a man who loved too hard He lost his mind, it wasn't hard Over this sickness, over this sickness Over this sickness, this sickness of love Cute little knees that you got Out in the dark parking lot Cute little voice whispering I know a man lost everything Over this sickness, over this sickness Over this sickness, this sickness of love This sickness is hauntin' me till I cannot see This sickness is what I am I greet it like a friend, amen Hey, little girl, I'm almost trough Hey, little girl, I'm almost you Hey, little girl, the river runs Hey, little girl, the rising sun Over this sickness, over this sickness Over this sickness, this sickness of love (This sickness, this sickness, this sickness) Over this sickness, over this sickness, over this sickness Over this sickness, over this sickness Over this sickness, this sickness of love