Lyrics

It's A Sickness
marvin floyd

It's a sickness, I tell ya (writing songs)
On my mind, night and day,.....( twenty four-seven )
I'm not a good candidate, for a real job
I couldn't hold a real job if i had one

Just as well, cause I really don't want one
My heads full of "I think I Can", ......
But, maybe I'm a resident of ..... La, La Land
I have, .....we all have, been guilty of the old cliche'
Doing it over and over, expecting different things....
Bla, bla, bla,..... yada, yada,,,,,,,(,you know)

It's got to come out....... I may explode!
Gotta get it out, .......... before I explode
A song coming on........so hot, it smokes
Its a perminent ailment, known to grow

( finger picked acoustic guitar 8 bar solo)

As it is, I can't carry on a normal conversation
All I hear are lyric lines, when people talk
I miss the point of the conversation, it's a weird situation
But I'll get an idea for a song, I feel the spark

It's got to come out....... I may explode!
Gotta get it out, .......... before I explode
A song coming on........so hot, it smokes.
Its a perminent ailment, known to grow

Really don't want a normal job, never had one,
My heart's full of love and over flowing with "I can"
But, maybe I'm a resident of ..... La, La Land
I have, .....we all have, been guilty of the old cliche'
Doing it over and over, expecting different things
Bla, bla, bla,..... yada, yada,,,,,,,(,you know)

It's a sickness, I tell ya. (writing songs))
On my mind, night and day,.....( twenty four-seven )
I'm not a good candidate, for a real kinda job
Couldn't hold a job, if i had one