You make my eyes red
Feeling dead
My itchy throat
Runny nose making a moat
Scratching hives
While you're getting high-fives
I'm catching your sex allergies
And nothing rhymes with allergies
So what's a boy to do?
Hope my crabs don't turn blue
Ah, you don't care about me
Even if it hurts when I pee
I never wanted to be used
Much less abused
A lesson I learned well
Your love was just a hell
Your touches are incurable
Now, my latex skin is durable
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