I'm lying in the bed
I'ts rumbling in my head
My cheecks are getting pale
My brain is for sale
No pills can help me out of this
and surgery is not a bliss

Can't eat anything
unless I'm somewhere near him
Don't say a normal word
only twitter like a bird
Doctors are of no use
There's no other excuse:

I need to cut out my heart
and make a brand new start
no chance to play tough
- I've been Infected with love.

It would take just one kiss
to make me forget this
and a single smile
would make it good for a while
maybe a walk under the moon
and I will get well soon.