Sick

You know I love you, oh, my darling you know I love to tell you it
You know I'd die for you, my sweetheart I hesitate to stir the shit
I know you're kind, I know you're generous and on your shoulder, there's no chip
Its just a small thing, oh, my darling your very presence makes me sick
Your compassion is unequalled I'm worthy not your boots to lick
You are an angel, pure and simple for your presence I'm not fit
You really do deserve a husband caring, young and kind and rich
You're so witty and so charming you put to shame those country hicks
It's just a small thing, oh, my darling your very presence makes me sick