I must’ve caught the cooties
When your lips got close to mine.
I think you were contagious and sicker that you knew.
You had to be delirious when you said “You’re beautiful.”
Perhaps you had a cold, or maybe was the flu.
But for certain there was something strangely wrong with you.
I think you gave me strep
When your tongue tangoed with mine.
It affected your head, and you thought I was hot
but clearly you were not
well enough to tell
You’re fever tricked you into thinking I was swell.
Now I’m twitching something awful
and my throat is blue and green.
When I laid so close beside you
You must’ve had the mumps.
I bet you were irritated by those tiny, bright red bumps.
Surely you were queasy
When you said that I was pleasing
to be with and to talk to all the time.
When you said I was soft and warm
and too easy to maybe love,
Did you really mean it?
Or did you have a bug?
I think you were contagious and passed it on to me
I’m feeling slightly warm right now, and kinda tingly.
