John Behlmann, Santino Fontana - This Thing lyrics

What is this thing I'm feeling?
Bubbling up inside me?
Lifting me toward the ceiling?
Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy

Hey, shut up! People live here!

What is this sound I'm hearing?
Is it a bell to guide me?
Out of thin air appearing?
Dorothy, Dorothy, Do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o -

Hey! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

What is this thing that makes
Me toss in my bed?
'Cause, I'm racked with distracting desires
This thing, God it's jammed in my head
Like a nail and I can't find the pliers
"Get it out", I exclaim
Then I think of your name
And I feel like a moth
Heading right for the female moth
That moth is you what can I do?
What is this thing that I'm feeling?
It's odd you're so old, I'm so young
And my abs are like slabs of fine granite
My bod' is like gold, and I'm hung
And you're old, oh I said that, but damn it
I don't care you're not thin
You're under my skin
I know something special's
About to be starting real soon
I'm over the moon what is this thing?
What is this thing?
This thing has me worried and scared
But, it's finally time to reveal it
It's right and it's big and
It wants to be shared
And I need you to reach down and feel it
Yes I will love you forever
No I'm not bashful to prove it

Is that me?

Yes it's a little infected
No I will never remove it
This thing will remain like a permanent stain
Like a voice that keeps
Taunting a haunting refrain
Like that wonderful spike that you
Drove in my brain this thing
This thing called you