Your heart goes zing zing zing
With your arm in a sling.
Love is dancing right there
With you in a wheelchair.
She has a kind surprise to tell.
You’re not feeling very well.
Ecstatic, you start to get off
When you feel a cough.
She is climbing in your bed
As you hear voices in your head.
You’ve never seen anyone more beautiful
As you go under at the hospital.
You are feeling sweet, joyful, and vague
During instructions on how to fight the plague.
You see her naked in the rain
As they operate on your brain.
You love her, and persist
In the gas and the mist.
You say, darling I’ll see you later
Hooked up to a ventilator.
You smell a lovely, familiar perfume
In the tomb. In the tomb.