In other words Just from sitting alone at a table reserved for two A person can develop the flu You can bundle her up in her woolies And I mean the warmest friend You can wrap her in sweaters and coats Till its more than her brain can stand If she still gets the feeling she's naked From looking at her left hand A person can develop the flu, the flu A hundred and three point two So much virus inside That her microscope slide Looks like a day at the zoo Just from wanting her memories in writing And a story her folks can be told A person can develop a cold