Pill number nine. My head is pounding And the room is spinning so fast, I'm not sure which way is up. My stomach is churning, I can barely keep it's contents from Making an appearance. Nine, you better be worth this.
Pill number ten. I can't take you. I know the doctor said tonight, But nine has me so sick The thought of swallowing another pill Just makes me gag. You'll get your chance tomorrow.