You know I am sick when I don’t harass you for sex.
When I don’t hold your cock before I go to sleep, you know I am sick.
When my twisted little thoughts just don’t work the way they should
I ignored what I would normally bounce upon just because you knew I would.
I am tired of feeling this way babe and I wonder if you’re tired of it too
Don’t give up hope in me though, my inner pervert is wanting to come through
Once I am over this infection, you will be covered in my affection.
But until then, you know I am sick.