Sick, sneezing and sacks of tissue everywhere,
Influenza is in love with me, i could nearly swear.

Coming to see me several times a month,
I am sick of his presence.
But he doesn't know,
The poor thing is so clueless...

Whenever he arrives, he brings nothing but discomfort.
I beg God for him to go away,
Enough at his hands I have suffered.

No good night's sleep when Influenza's around
No time to rest for me.
Bicker and fight is all we do,
Till half past fucking three.

Influenza Dear, you claim to love me
Yet with me you're so cruel.
Just know my love if able i was,
I'd say that we are through!
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