"and all you gave me was this cold" genre: General Comedy
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	This is a song about relationships,the transfer of germs, and the importance of communication. Most importantly, this song is what happens when the common cold and the common man meet the uncommon woman who happens to own a guitar.
	Credits: : Mindy Raf music, lyrics
	Story Behind the Song I think it kind of speaks for itself, but if you're listening to it and you're confused as to when exactly the protagonist took his tragic fall and what characterized his flaw, please feel free to ask. Lyrics I should have known this is not what bliss is I should have known I shouldn't be pleasing A guy who in between kisses Is hacking, and coughing and sneezing It's a curse, it's sad vicious cycle When he really wants to take off your clothes But then he reaches for a box of Nyquil And spends five minutes blowing his nose So, I conceive that I should leave Is that a poster of the Wizard of Oz hanging on the wall? (true story) Does he perceive that it's my biggest pet peeve when they say talk to you later, and then they fail to call? Two long weeks have passed me by And I lie here in my bed Crusties form beneath each eye And mucus fills my head I got your germs and then We never talk again "Achoo," this is getting old I can't believe I gave you my number, when all you gave me was your cold I told my mom, and my physic and my therapist Joan That I think it is truly outrageous That I'm attracted to men who can't pick up the phone And to top it all off they're contagious Then my doctor said that my throat was red So he should do a Mono test After I told him that, "I guess the night was fun, but then his nose began to run. Now there's congestion in my chest" He said, "not again my friend, another similar end? Do you think perhaps it's pollen or mold?" "No," I said, "I gave a guy my number, and all he gave me was his cold." Now I'm hacking up green phlegm I can't walk, I can't talk, I can't sing Though I wish I could erase the exchange of germs that took place I don't want the telephone to ring You see, you're time is up Which means, our time has passed I don't care if you're rich or precocious Because my cold turned into a constant state of weakness Which was diagnosed as mononucleosis And you know what? Cuddling is highly overrated When you foresee that soon you will be Incapacitated And remember when I said, "ooo baby, that's the spot don't stop! Oh my god!" Well, that wasn't even near my clitoris All that heavy breathing was all a facade Oh the lengths I'll go to let people know, to make sure that the public is told that this is what happens When I give a guy my number, and all he gives me is his cold I can't believe I gave you my number- And it was my real number too. Not the fake number that I usually give out to guys who tell me that I look like their mother, or their sister, or their girlfriend, or their ex-girlfriend, who apparently is evil, and who coincidentally looks just like me- true story I can't believe I gave you my number, when all you gave me was this cold

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