If this is how the world is gonna end,
Then U better Tune a Million Kisses,
on these wet Lips of Mine.
Portray your Love for Me,
to help Me feel Fine.
The goddam Virus in Town,
is driving Me Mad.
The Son of a Gun,
is Ugly, Fatal and Bad.
Each time there's a Virus,
that surrounds the Air.
My poor Heart turns Weak,
Coz I keep breathing that Air.
God only knows,
when this Monster will Die.
It better be soon....or Else,
the World may bid Us a Goodbye.
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