Infected

Infect me with your love I've got too much energy to switch off my mind But not enough to get myself organized My heart is heavy, my head is confused And my aching little soul, has started burning blue! I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough So infect me with your love Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health Endow me with the gifts of the man made world When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough So infect me with your love Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health Endow me with the gifts, of the man made world Take me by the hand and walk me to the end of the pier Run your fingers through my hair And tell me what I wanna hear Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth From my scrotum to your womb, your cradle to my tomb I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough So infect me with your love Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health Endow me with the gifts of the man made world I can't give you up, till I need more than enough So infect me with your love Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health And tell me what it is that I want in this world!!

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