By: Xaviere Posted on: February 13, 2005
There's something I must tell you,
Although your ears are rather vile,
You've had colocasia tummy
And curare in your bile.
I milked those venoms just for you
One Aeguary afternoon,
It pains me, really, pumpkin,
And I hope you're cured soon...
Those monkshood cysts, your asthma,
Turned our relationship rather raw,
When I gave you that little love bite,
I forgot to purge my store.
Your rapier hit the rebound spot,
How we shared our nausea,
But Anthem wasn't that protective,
When your Fugue struck me with fear...
Those slike-envenomed affections,
Were the basis of our first kiss,
I became all masochistic
Every time you jabbed my wrist.
Your vernalius-coated Vibrato
Makes me quiver in my prime,
Gecko greases me up all tip-top,
For whenever you've got the time...
Chorus:
"Contagious digitalis,
Goldenseal is priceless;
Sliked-up anorexics,
Complain about the gastrics;
Voyeuristic voyria tactic,
Agonistically all asthmatic,
I need Arena practice -
It's turning all too tantric..."
My conked-out healing powers,
Aren't working out for me;
I'm a washed-out Serpent failure,
Every time I milk for free...
The Priests all say my gangrene
Is too shocking to be seen,
My wormhole is all flaky,
And your vibrating stick's obscene...
I would heartstop on a bender,
Although my bits have all those sores;
I admit you may have been afflicted
From the blood coming out your pores...
We're dying from our love, my love,
So please try not to frown -
My soul was sent to Sarapis,
But at the cave He dumped me down...
Chorus:
"Contagious digitalis,
Goldenseal is priceless;
Sliked-up anorexics,
Complain about the gastrics;
Voyeuristic voyria tactic,
Agonistically all asthmatic,
I need Arena practice -
It's gone all rather frantic..."