Inflammation of the foreskin reminds me of your smile
I've had ballanital shancroids for quite a little while
I gave my heart to NSU that lovely night in June
I ache for you my darling, and I hope you'll get well soon
My penile warts your herpes, my syphilitic sores
Your moenelial infetion, how I miss you more and more
Your dobie's itch my scrumpox, our lovely gonorrhoea
At least we both were lying when we said that we were clear
Our syphilic kisses sealed the secret of our tryst
You gave me scrotal pustules with a quick flick of your wrist
Your trichovaginitis sent shivers down my spine
I got snail tracks in my anus when you spirochaetes met mine
My clapped-out genitalia is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure every time I try to pee
My doctor says my buboes are the worst he's ever seen
My scrotum's painted orange and my balls are turning green
My heart is very tender though the parts are awful raw
You might have been infected but you never were a bore
I'm dying from your love, my love, I'm your spirochaetal clown
I've left my body to science but I'm afraid they've turned it down