You know girl everything is perfect to the letter   Things are so great, life couldn’t be better.   But what’s this message on your answering machine;   It’s your doctor, he says your sample isn’t clean.   But how could this be, everything was so serene…   I guess nothing is how it seems.   But how do I go on, how do I live?   How do I tell you that-   I love you but you have herpes.   I love you but you have a venereal disease.   How could life suck so bad?   Seems like all the times we had   were just wastes of our lives.   It makes me want to cry   When I think about the times I held you in my arms,   And I had no idea about the dangers in your loins,