That bug took her by surprise,
knocked her down in the first round,
it pasted her mouth shut.

She didn't make a sound for days,
the fever took her out,
she was poppin' aspirins.

Normally,
I'd tell her
to bite the bullet,
take a shot of whiskey
& call me in the morning.

But I'd never wish
the devil on her tongue.

So tonight,
I'm dreamin' of
black tea and roses
for that sweet baby.