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I got a disease

that has no cure.

Am I fine with it?

Heck yeah I’m sure.

With it I can’t eat.

With it I can’t sleep.

Yes, I’m fine.

I’m just on a high.

And no honey,

this is not trick,

because with this sickness

Ooo child I’m love sick.

(Chorus)

Docta’! Docta’!

Don’t help me!

I’m fine!

Believe me!

Docta’! Docta’!

Don’t save me!

People, leave me

to be love sick.

Hey docta’ if you check my blood pressure,

You will see it’s through the roof.

Don’t give me medicine.

This disease is cure proof.

If you check my heart,

it’s beaten at a rapid pace.

Don’t do anything to me,

‘Cause my heart’s in the right place.

(Chorus)

I’m fine,

goin’ double time,

with my feet,

floatin’ fifteen miles off the street,

I’m happy,

there is no cure.

‘Cause without this sickness,

I would die for sure!

Docta’! Docta’!

Don’t touch me!

People! People!

Don’t try to heal me!

I’m fine!

Can’t you feel me!

This sickness

is good for me…

This sickness

is good for me.