It was in the spring of 1978nI met you at a disconyou asked me for a datenLittle did I know that soon I would have a sore twatnI know now I should not have tempted fatennNasty little pills and other things I've had to usensticky and disgustingnthese drugs one can't abusenGoing round my systemnI never really trust themnthree months I tried but it was hard to losennI'm not a pretty sightnI used to be delightfulnI know that I am rightn'cause you've been rather spitefulnnDarling you've diseased menI thought you did not carenYou never tried to please menwhen I was lying therenI was just a bunk-up for you to get your spunk upnas things went it really wasn't fairnnBut soon I will be better the doctors say to menthe medicine's seem to work and I know you will agreenwhen you are infectednapply them as directednand soon from imperfections you'll be freennI'm not a pretty sightnI used to be delightfulnI know that I am rightn'cause you've been rather spitefulnnI loved you madlynI took you gladlynyou hurt me badlynI left you sadly