You fucked a fever in me

I'm burning up

a hundred and two, a hundred and three

Cold sweats, I'm in need of new sheets

You fucked this flu in me

I'm throwing up

Dinner for two

Mixed drinks

On my knees as it passes through me

I've been sick before

Nothing like this I swore

The room started spinning

I leave

You fucked this sickness in me

I'm building white blood cells, immunity

So if by chance it happens again it won't be bad again

I've been sick before

Nothing like this I swore

The room started spinning

I make my way back to the beginning