Strep throat, or your heart dumped into a blender
Set to liquefy, the cleaver knocks you back
Like it's the first time you've seen her
I feel my appendix bursting inside me
Well, um, I guess I should lay down
Temperature flies through the roof
Hover 'round the kissing booth
Ample rays from the sun, I was once for everyone
Now I'm going holistic and taking drugs
Doctor always said I could use more
Weak knees knocking at the door made of maple
Hope that our patient is stable
Let's lay our playing thoughts out on the table
Gestures between eyes and floors and that blender
And the joke-a-day calendar
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
I think that I might explode
Hush-hush, this is such a rushed operation
I could stand to take a vacation
Anywhere but here's my prime destination
So long, by which I mean take care
By which I mean good luck, slash good riddance
I'm so happy I could shout
Tip me over and pour me out
Ample rays from the sun, beating down on everyone
Now I'm riding high with lightning bugs
Doctor always said I could use more hugs
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