I Got Aids
I got aids.
I got em real bad.
Every day i get up to find true love,
i look in the bars, and the cars and the stores,
but when we hit the sack and do loves chores,
I give them my aids.
Aids, Oh what a sickening word!
cooties, only much much worse.
I gave it to the lawyers and the hobos and my mom.
I'm giving it to someone right now while I'm writing this song.
Aids.
I got em, you got em.
your pastor got em.
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