By B.K.
Date: 2002 Sep 25
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Temperature Rising

Baby’s (cough)
So sick
She needs a remedy
Darlin you’re the only cure
Sugar bring it here to me
Cause you’re my walking joy
My kiss my healing hands
Spontaneously combustible
You’re my medicine man
Baby needs resuscitating
Honey by the spoonfuls
Give your elixirs all to me
I see your temperature rising
Darlin, you make my fever soar
I’ll let you wrap your Band-Aid round me
If this is therapy
Darlin then I want some more