I am just twenty
And am a nice girl
I was sweating in the moon light
And shivering in the sunlight
Sweet tastes sour
And sour tastes sweet
The day looks night
And the night looks the day
I consulted a physician
Who prescribed all tests
And diagnosed nothing
Then I consulted a psychiatrist
Who asked me “do you have a boy friend”
Yes .I do .I replied
He diagnosed my problem as romantic fever.
I asked for the remedy.
He said, "The prescription is simple
:Marry the boy you loved
And spend the day and night with him.
You will surely be cured”
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:16 AM UTC
I am just twenty
And am a nice girl
I was sweating in the moon light
And shivering in the sunlight
Sweet tastes sour
And sour tastes sweet
The day looks night
And the night looks the day
I consulted a physician
Who prescribed all tests
And diagnosed nothing
Then I consulted a psychiatrist
Who asked me “do you have a boy friend”
Yes .I do .I replied
He diagnosed my problem as romantic fever.
I asked for the remedy.
He said, "The prescription is simple
:Marry the boy you loved
And spend the day and night with him.
You will surely be cured”
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