When I sneeze I please
The little gooey dudes –
I\'m shaking and I\'m tired,
They\'re tired ‘cause they\'re shaking.
I\'m sick, they never felt more alive –
The population grows like
After a war. I was ill before,
But never like this.
Give me a soft kiss
While I close my eyes.
Maybe a feverish dream
Will make them go away –
And you, darling, will you stay
Beside my bed, holding my hand
And whispering sweet nothings?