Sick Things [4:18] - Billion Dollar Babies, 1973
	Sick things in cars rotate 'round my stars.
	Sick things, my things, my pets, my things.

	I love you things I see, as much as you love me,
	You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
	You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
	You fill me with delight, you whet my appetite.

	I eat my things,
	What love it brings,
	Come here, my things,
	Don't fear my little things.

	I love you things I see, as much as you love me,
	You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
	You things are thrilled with fright for I am out tonight.
	You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.

	Sick things in cartridge tapes, my stars,
	Sick things, pretty things, play things, my things.

	I love the things I see, as much as they love me,
	You things are heavenly, when you come worship me.
	You things are chilled with fright for I am out tonight.
	You things are paradise, you whet my appetite.


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