Lyrics Some Kind of Disease - Infrared

Check her out, the one in the back, the one with the wicked legs
Hit and run, style of attack, hope I won't have to beg
To get her in bed, and waste my time
But the little things she hides are on my mind

What could it be?
Some kind of disease

What the hell is going on we used to look and touch
But now a kiss and hug are asking way too much
Too much risk, I'm getting pissed
Thinking of all the things passed up,
The things that I have missed

What could it be?
Some kind of disease

Tell me something man, how long can this last
How long can we go on, with this sexual fast
Fast times with monogamy
Maybe next time, we'll get it right sexually

What could it be?
Some kind of disease
What could it be?
Some kind of disease
What could it be?
Some kind of disease

Syphilis, Gonorrhoea, Clap, the Dose
Herpes lasts forever, then there's AIDS,
You are toast