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Nobody sends me birthday cards |
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Nobody brings me flowers |
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I'm just here for operations |
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I've been out for hours |
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When I come to, I'll wet my bed |
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'Cause when I get mad I sink so low |
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As matron knows |
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I get off on what you give me, darling |
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I get off on what you give to me |
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Yeah, I get off on what you give me, darling |
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I get off on what you give to me |
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And when I go to that seedy ward |
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Up in the sky you'll be waiting |
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With a hypodermic needle and a graph |
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Here comes the dark |
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(I'm grateful for my anesthetic) |
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Out goes the spark |
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(Delirious and apathetic) |
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When I come to, I'll wet my bed |
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And when I get well I'll take revenge |
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I'll wreak my wrath on all blood donors |
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And their sisters visiting time and flowers |
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When sister brings that bedpan 'round |
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I'll piss like April showers |
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I get off on what you give me, darling |
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I get off on what you give to me |
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Yeah, I get off on what you give me, darling |
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I get off on what you give to me |
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And when I go |
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I'll die of plaster casting love |
