Girl Please

Take my temp and brew me tea
Do what you want, but don’t bother me
Yeah so, I sound a tad loopy
I don’t care if I’ve lost my sanity
Just don’t keep me under lock and key
I’ll admit, my voice has gone croaky
Don’t force-feed me meds that taste of raspberry
I don’t care what it is, don’t make me
So what my pyjamas are a bit motley?
Don’t change them for a new hospital tee
My face has gone gross and blistery
But stop with the looks of shaming pity
Tell me that “instructing” doesn’t give you glee
There’s a thing called manners, don’t be bossy
Girl please

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