Stay clear of Cancer!
He talks sweet, and he'll pay for your drinks, but the next thing you know, your sittin' up in a hospital room gettin' a gravy clot taken out of your ass. That beautiful, beautiful, lying little bastard. He walks up in his suede boots and tight jeans, talkin' about how good your hair looks tonight, and before you realize what you've done, he's walking out of your apartment the next morning. "I'll call ya, baby" he says while he's putting on his pants, and leaves a ten spot on the nightstand. I cried for days! Oh why, can't I find a disease that loves me for ME?! :::phone rings::: Aw shit! It's Tuberculosis again, I need call blocker!
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