Flu of my Life
I woke up feeling like a wreck,
A tissue box guards my neck.
My voice cracks like shattered glass,
Swear this flu will never pass.
[Chorus]
The flu of my life won’t set me free.
It’s got me down on bended knee.
Coughing rhythms in the dead of night,
Fighting germs with all my might.
[Verse 2]
Soup’s the savior, spoon’s my knight,
Blanket cave is my delight.
Thermometer is my metal muse.
This fever... yeah!
It’s bad news
[Chorus]
The flu of my life won’t set me free.
It’s got me down on bended knee.
Coughing rhythms in the dead of night,
Fighting germs with all my might.
[Bridge]
Sweat-soaked dreams and cloudy skies,
This bug won’t listen to my cries.
I’ll battle on with ginger tea,
Someday I’ll break this misery
[Chorus]
The flu of my life won’t set me free.
It’s got me down on bended knee.
Coughing rhythms in the dead of night,
Fighting germs with all my might.
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Шуточная песенка, написанная во время болезни) 2025г.
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