ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) - Sugar Bear lyrics

There's a fine line, where childish meets child-like

And I've been dancing in between

Always getting what I want

And not wanting what I need

As I linger here with pouting lips and hissy fits

Little king of temper tantrums

Help me trade these stomping feet

For some bruises on my knees

So I hold my breath

Till I turn blue

No I won't rest

Till I see You

Losing sleep, not to mention some hair

Over crushes and dreams and envy

But if I had just one obsession

It's the kind that I should have with You

Turn my temper into passion

Turn my greed into desire

Turn this awful noise I make into songs I sing

For You

If I seek You Lord with all I have

I know that I will find You