I’ve got hay fever, she’s got hay fever
We’ve got hay fever, we’re in love
She’s gone claratin crazy, I’ve gone benedryl hazy
Ain’t no thinking maybe, we’re in love
She’s got hay fever, I’ve got hay fever
We’ve got hay fever, we’re in love
I’ve gone claratin crazy, she’s gone benedryl hazy
We’re each other’s baby, we’re in love
“Dress suitably in short skirts and strong boots, leave your jewels in the bank, and buy a revolver.” --Countess Markievicz, 19th century Irish revolutionary, dispensing eternally relevant fashion advice
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Lust on a hay ride sounds like hell to me. But I kinda want to read it anyway.
Seems like a nightmare for anyone with allergies.
I’ve got hay fever, she’s got hay fever
We’ve got hay fever, we’re in love
She’s gone claratin crazy, I’ve gone benedryl hazy
Ain’t no thinking maybe, we’re in love
She’s got hay fever, I’ve got hay fever
We’ve got hay fever, we’re in love
I’ve gone claratin crazy, she’s gone benedryl hazy
We’re each other’s baby, we’re in love
I can’t find the tune.