I'm coming down with something
Got sugar stuck in my throat
Pacing the fun fair playing some age, I've overgrown
Now every right is wrong and
I paid my fare for a show
But the lights are gone and no one's coming

Baby
Hope you don't mind if I stay here
Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach
Just the way I want it
Sweet nausea

I'm coming down with something
Got shivers down to my toes
Facing the cold air, playing voicemails on speakerphone
Now every ride is over (oh, every ride)
I paid my fare for a show
Put the lights back on 'cause no one's coming, coming

Baby (coming, no one's coming)
Hope you don't mind if I stay here
Spin me around until I'm sick to my stomach
Just the way I want it
Sweet nausea (oh)