When you're sick and feeling bad,
That's no reason to be sad.
I still like you when you sneeze.
I still like you when you wheeze.
I like you with hair askew.
I still like you when you're blue.
Because you're sweet for my own sake,
Even when your belly aches.
And you will still be cute,
Even if I see you puke.
I'll bring you soup, I'll be your boon.
I hope that you get better soon.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
When you're sick and feeling bad,
That's no reason to be sad.
I still like you when you sneeze.
I still like you when you wheeze.
I like you with hair askew.
I still like you when you're blue.
Because you're sweet for my own sake,
Even when your belly aches.
And you will still be cute,
Even if I see you puke.
I'll bring you soup, I'll be your boon.
I hope that you get better soon.
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