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.