Can't explain why do I need your disease,
But I want it, I want it.
I want the same bad trouble,
Loving means to me falling sick.
Oh, I need, I need 'em all
I wanna be sick like an animal
My baby with the hospital,
I keep control on you.
My baby with the hospital,
I keep control on you.
No one knows, no one even you because,
My baby with the hospital,
I keep control on you.
Come close good old times,
Rollin like a rope and stool.
Baby, baby you are mine,
How dare you call me a fool.
Poisening down his throat,
With meds you'll be killing tonight.
Again and all the time, I never wanna let you go
Oh, I need, I need 'em all
I wanna be sick like an animal
Chorus
Artist: B5
Artist: Goin' Through
Artist: Westlife