STILL INFECTED WITH YOU

Oo oo oo
It’s the roll of the dice
Wouldn’t it be nice
To take me home with you?
You you you
Got the bod of a saint
Wouldn’t it be great
To paint me in the nude?

All of the time
I got you on my mind
Like a terminal growth
You’re one of a kind
Don’t you know
What you mean to me?
You’re ketchup on fries
You’re a cough with a sneeze

Oo oo oo
It’s the flip of a coin
A kick to the groin
That’s what I think of you
You you you
Are so kind to me
You give me STDs
Am I mad at you?

Don’t be dumb
You’re number one
On a scale that’s from
One to ten
You’re so much more
Than I hoped for
Except for my sores
I’m a happy man

I’m asking you nice
Don’t call me your girlfriend
Your love is like lice
And my heart might not mend
I’m asking you nice
Don’t call me your girlfriend
Before we begin
I think we should end

All of the shots
All the precautions
All of the creams
Did they mean nothing?
All of the scrubbing
Just won’t do
I’m still infected with you


© McGie/Lundquist