Chlamydia, chlamydia, I consider yah!

I consider you the reason for sheathing,
And just because I behaved like a heathen,

With a woman I bonked whose breasts were just heavin'
Chlamydia, I consider you the reason.

And while with my groyne I was weaving,
While it felt that something was hidden,

The act was engaged but something was missing,
And with an itch I was leavin'.

I engaged in the quirk,
And took time off work,
And may look a burk,
It could have been worse,

The tests came back ok so I'm breathin'.
Chlamydia, amongst others you're the reason

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