Our Love Is Like a Tumor
Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.
Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.
Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A terminal disease.
Our love is like a tumor:
A surging love, so great.
But it’s become disfiguring;
It’s time to radiate.
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