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This is a true story about my experience giving blood.
Well, I was walking down the street
Heard the pitter patter of lady-feet
Jet black hair and dark green eyes
Thought a thought and I summised
Gathered up my courage and
Made my way up to her and then
Hello, how are you doing sir?
You got a minute? I said sure
I'd like you to come on inside
I've got something you might like
She wrapped me round her finger then
Handed me a pamphlet and
Well, howdee do to you, too ma'am,
I'm pleased to meet ya, I sure am
I just don't quite understand -
Why you gotta grip my poor hand?
She ignored my feeble demand,
She cleared up her throat and
Well I work for the clinic here,
But don't you worry, have no fear
I don't mean you any harm
Now please stick out your left arm
She softly whispered in my ear -
We'll just stick this needle here
Go ahead and suck me dry,
It's fine, I don't mind
Got nothing to do today
And besides, tomorrow's a holiday
She looked at me, unsympathetic
Pumped me full of anesthetic
And that's when
I drifted away
A little bit later I came to
Was wondering where she got off to
Sharp dull pain up my side
Looked down to my surprise
I saw 14 oozing stitches
Just north of my tattered britches
And a note that said
"Come back soon!"
Well I stuck that note in my pocket
Popped my eyes back in their sockets
Safe to say I won't donate no more
The whole ordeal left me rather sore
You say "Blood's in you to give!"
Well, I say "It's in me to live!"
And that's that
You get nothing more!