Wouldn't Change A Thing

I could swear
it’s been 700 degrees in here
since you came in.
I could swear
that this room has been running out of air
and now it’s starting to spin.
You make me feel
kinda bad, kinda good, kinda everything
and it doesn’t feel like it should.
You make me feel
kinda wrong, kinda right, kinda anything
And I wouldn’t change it if I could,
could, could.
I could swear
that I’m fainting, I think I’m losing my sight
I swear I’m hitting the floor
I could swear
that my stomach just sunk a metre
I’ll be dead, if I take any more
You make me feel
kinda bad, kinda good, kinda everything
and it doesn’t feel like it should.
You make me feel
kinda wrong, kinda right, kinda anything
And I wouldn’t change it if I could,
could, could.