sickly woman (waltz of hysteria)

Looped up for millions I've got you drippin Running for billions You've got to trippin Wrapped up your circles I've got you running and I've got you holding out For your stomach You've got me breathin Into the limits Of my repression Of self obsession I've got you wondering What you could do with A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman A sickly woman (ah, ah)