Sexy Panic Attack

There's nothing sexy ’bout a panic attack
And I hate to ruin the mood, but get your hand off of my back
And I hate to ruin the mood, I hate to vomit on you
I hate to ruin your dreams that you could be a hero too
I don't think this is gonna work out
You say, "Shh" with your finger on my mouth

There's nothing sexy ’bout a panic attack
And I hate to ruin the mood, but get your hand off of my back
And I hate to ruin the mood, I hate to vomit on you
I hate to ruin your dreams that you could be a hero too

There's nothing sexy 'bout a panic attack
But I'm starting to get the feeling you're not sure about that
And I need to take off my coat, and I need to take off my shoes
And you're unbuttoning my pants, said I should take 'em off too

There's nothing sexy ’bout a panic attack
And you tell me to close my eyes, and just lay down on my back
And I think I’m having a stroke, I think you're having a stroke
My heart is gonna explode, my heart is gonna explode

There’s nothing sexy 'bout a panic attack
And I hate to ruin the mood, but get your hand off of my back
And I hate to ruin the mood, I hate to vomit on you
I hate to ruin your dreams that you could be a hero too
I don't think this is gonna work out
You say, "Shh" with your finger on my mouth