How am I suppose to uplift,
When I'm feeling a little sick...
In my stomach.
What I ate,
Must've been too rich.
Now, I'm feeling sick,
Wishing it weren't too late.
I needn't look far,
That's what's so bizarre,
When what you fear,
Does draw near.
It can upset,
Then, the regret,
What you eat,
Is what you are...
Too rich, by how far?
You are what you ate,
Being too rich...
Did it nauseate?