Verse 1
I’ve never liked it easy,
Sleazy’s not the way to please me,
I don’t just take what I can find,
It’s got to be a test,
One that’s not baring all her chest,
Or pushing out her pert behind.
Chorus
Black Death; it’s coming to claim me,
Black Death; because my standards are high,
Black Death; it’s not gonna tame me,
So don’t tempt me with mail order brides…
Verse 2
You could think my dedication,
Might lead me to desperation,
But there you fail to see my grit,
If you want true perfection,
And avoidance of rejection,
You’ve really got to stick at it.
Chorus
Black Death; it’s got many guises,
Black Death; you’ve got to be prepared,
Black Death; it’s full of surprises,
Make sure you don’t become ensnared.
Bridge
Black Death’s a nasty complaint,
Men who get it come to sticky ends,
But what’s most important of all is,
Make sure you don’t get it from your friends.
Chorus
Black Death; it’s got me frustrated,
Black Death; can’t get no respite,
Black Death; so often I’m baited,
I’m close to giving up the fight.
Black Death; it’s got many guises,
Black Death; you’ve got to be prepared,
Black Death; it’s full of surprises,
Make sure you don’t become ensnared.