I feel bad for any guy who falls in love with meBecause I don’t want you to tell me you love meI don’t want you to bring me flowers and coffeeAnd soup when I’m sickI don’t want you to catch a grenade for meOr write me a poem.I want you to vomit into a toilet for meMake you pale and sickSo I can rub your back and make it all better.So I was involved from beginning to end.