Four hour tour (to the tune of Gilligan's Island, sort of)

Lay right back and I'll tell a tale a tale of meds gone wrong it started at the bar last night that's why I wrote this song the pill was not that small, but blue a diamondly shaped cure setting my watch timer for a four hour tour a four hour tour She told me that, she liked my smile and wanted to know more like if I made good breakfast and if I'd like to score and if I'd like to score My libido took her places she'd never seen before and made a mess of my apartment of that you can be sure of that you can be sure I ran aground as my watch went off not for lack of need my buddy did not know it but now he couldn't pee EMS said I was lucky as purple not a shade I would want to keep in vogue or put upon display The needle began removing blood at rate that made me swoon nurse plunging it in so deep a bloody harpoon a bloody harpoon So take my warning serious and know not to indulge or at the ER you will be an exsanguinating bulge my exsanguinated bulge

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