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hypoglycemic - h.p. mendoza lyrics

i just want some relief
my doctor told me that i should
get a full night’s sleep
*like i haven’t been trying*
*now he thinks that i’m lying*

i told him that my sight
is waning and i keep getting
cold hands and cold feet
*cold feet are so intense*
*in the physiological sense*

he said that he ran some tests to
see if there was anything that
he could spot that could be wrong with
me, but there wasn’t so

now, he thinks i’m a freak
or some kind of hypochondriac
with bad acne
*can’t believe i’m breaking out*
*now my hair is falling out*

friends say i should just deal
and take it like everybody
else in reality
*whosе reality, your’s or mine?*
*’cuz in reality, i feel finе*
so they think that i have trouble
dealing with the daily grind but
maybe they’re just having trouble
diagnosing me

[chorus]
every now and then i get a
hankering for something kinda sweet
*i need the taste of sugar, baby! (baby!)*
*i need the taste of sugar, baby! (baby!)*
think i’m comin’ down so hard i
need the taste of something kinda sweet
*i need the taste of sugar, baby! (baby!)*
*i need the taste of sugar, baby! (baby!)*

now, there’s some kind of rash
developing on my arms and
lower back and neck
*and it hurts when i sleep at night*
*god, it’s such a pretty sight*
i don’t wake up ’til noon
i stay up ’til five a.m. and
sometimes i get wrecked
*i just nap into the day*
*nothing happens anyway*
maybe i should take a walk down
to the local bar and get
myself a shot of whiskey ’til i
feel like living life but
i don’t wanna get up
i just want to lay here ’til i
need to use the john
*get me out of my thick despair*
*and if i need to, i’ll nap in there*
i could go to the store
but that would entail getting my
jacket and pants on
*i’ll do nothing of the sort*
*i wanna lie in my boxer shorts*
maybe there’s a reason why the
world goes on and on while i stay
in my bed deciding if i
wanna have dessert

every now and then i get a
hankering for something kinda sweet
*i’m feelin’ super lazy! (lazy!)*
*my vision’s gettin’ hazy! (hazy!)*
think i’m comin’ down so hard i
need the taste of something kinda sweet

- h p mendoza lyrics

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