What is love, what is love,
what is time dear baby, in the time of di-sease?
(Better yet, what is this feeling, growing inside of me?)
Another day, and the sun still rise,
I see it from my window, the people yelling down the hall.
Prayers for the day, but questions linger on the mind
For I knew a girl, she met a man just a week ago
They hung, he with a corgi, she with a feeling deep inside
Had pulled her to me, now she got to hide,
What started as a laugh turned into a gaff,
Now they spend all week hiding, getting high.
What is love, what is time dear baby, in the time of Covid?
When a very kiss is poison on the breeze.
I met a girl, she wear a mask,
she invite me out, come get smashed.
Temptation rising, heat of the body crying
Oh, what is this feeling inside of me?
For what is love; what are days in the plague time, baby?
When a very fuck is safer than a sneeze.
God reaches out a finger, and we all can pause.
God offers a hug, and we are enthralled.
I love her now, and it seems that God has come to
love us all.
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