Appetite

Arthur Hill

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I've been on this diet lately
'Cause there ain't no-one that drive me crazy
Every time I leave you, yeah
My body don't feel right
I'm sick right to my stomach, I can't even take a bite
The stewardess must hate me
Food cold, never even tasted
If I had a doctors note then she might understand
I won't have a hunger till I have you in my

Hands flying on the wings of love
Something 'bout being high above
Makes me more emotional

You got me crying on the flight
And when I think about you I
Lose my appetite
I miss you at the speed of light
I'm coming home and I've got nothing on my plate tonight
Got nothing on my plate tonight
Got nothing on my plate tonight
You make me lose my appetite (oh-oh)
Got nothing on my plate tonight (oh-oh)

Shaking from the nerves
And the coffee made it worse
And the less that I can hide it
The further we go up
I'm losing control
Tryna love you long-haul

Some of the time, I'm in the sky
I've got this feeling
Give her my gun, of the tip of my tongue
I've gotta remember what it's like
What it's like
To have you in my

Hands flying on the wings of love
Something about being high above
Makes me more emotional

You got me crying on the flight
And when I think about you I
Lose my appetite
I miss you at the speed of light
I'm coming home and I've got nothing on my plate tonight
Got nothing on my plate tonight (oh-oh)
Got nothing on my plate tonight (oh-oh)
You make me lose my appetite (oh-oh)
Got nothing on my plate tonight (oh-oh)

Got me crying on the flight
You got me crying on the flight
You got me crying on the flight
And when I think about you I
Lose my appetite