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  1. I'VE GOT A BAD HABIT

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I’VE GOT A BAD HABIT

I’ve got a nasty craving,
A persistent itch,
A gnawing hunger,
An unrelenting twitch.

I’ve got restless fingers, ’n roaving eyes.
My heart is pounding, and I breathe in sighs.
My nerves are wired, and my pulse : it quivers.
I feel unbalanced; got a bad case of shivers.

My head is buzzing, and my thoughts are wild.
I’m burning with fever; my guts are on fire.
I’m sweating all over; how come my mouth stays so dry?
My skin is crawling, I don’t feel quite right.

I’ve got a bad habit.
It’s you.

My thoughts are jumbled, and I feel quite numb.
I can’t stop trembling, I’m coming undone.
I’m real uptight. I’m feeling so tense.
Can’t move my jaws ’cause my teeth are so clenched.

Can’t stop from writhing; I’m real uneasy.
Can’t keep it together. I feel so queasy.
I’ve got hands that shake and temples that throb.
This terrible frenzy; it just won’t seem to stop.

I’ve got a bad habit.
It’s you.

I’m strung-out on you. I’m hung-up on you.
Oh, I’m stuck on you, baby. I’m addicted to you.
There ain’t nothing I can do.
Oh no; oh no.
I’ve got a bad habit.

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