SICK BOY 


I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I ever had.

 I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
 I'm a sick boy, there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair.
But why must I suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?

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