Come and I will tell you The stories of love Stories that come from the tears Oh the tears of deception The violent tongue Tongues that throw daggers and spears Baby, oh you know You can't see everything in my heart Darling, oh you know It's not all that it seems Lover, oh you know I'm not the man that you need in this life Mother, oh you know Love is my sickest disease Love is my sickest disease Pull back the paper Pull out your pens Write it all down, baby, just to breathe I'll remember your body Your touch and your smell Forgetting's much harder it seems Baby, oh you know You can't see everything Oh, in this heart Darling, yeah, you know It's not all that it seems Lover, oh you know I'm not the man that you need in this live Oh, mother, oh you know Love is our sickest disease Love is our sickest disease Well, oh yeah yeah! Boy! La-dee-da, la-dee-da, la-dee-da Come and I will tell you Stories of men The naked and beaten manacle And these lions and these tigers They're guarding their gates Only the bravest will go Baby, oh I know You can't see everything Oh, in this heart Lover, oh I know It's not all that it seems And mother, oh you know I'm not the man that she needs in this life And all of us know Love is the sickest disease Love is the sickest disease Love is my sickest disease