(Where am I?)
(Am I dead?)
They call her doctor Moses
She gave me a shot
What's the diagnosis
She said she forgot
She's my sweet reliever
You know she treats me well
She cured my fever
With paracetamol
I let my love get the best of me
The plastic glove gets the rest of me
She's been mixing potions
In the bottom of a cup
She adds an extra dosing
I drink that sucker up
I let my love get the best of me
The plastic glove gets the rest of me
She led me through a car park
To her favorite spot
She calls me her sweetheart
I just show her dark
The nurses hold my legs down
The doctor ties me up
When she pulls her knife out
I don't feel the cut
I let my love get the best of me
The plastic glove gets the rest of me
I let my love get the best of me
The plastic glove gets the rest of me
(Where am I?)
(Am I dead?)
