Alergia a doces

"Still these allergies remain

My hand can't touch a guitar string

My fingers just burn and ache

My head intercedes with my bodily needs

And my body won't give it a break

My heart can stand a disaster

My heart can take a disgrace

But my heart is allergic

To the women I love

And it's changing the shape of my face

Allergies.

Open up it's me again
I go to a famous physician
I sleep in the local hotel
From what I can see of the people like me
We get better
But we never get well
So I ask myself this question
It's a question I often repeat
Where do allergies go
When it's after a show
And they want to get something to eat?
Allergies."