Dr Moses

(Where am I?)
 (Am I dead?)
 They call her doctor Moses
 She gave me a shot
 What's the diagnosis
 She said she forgot
 She's my sweet reliever
 You know she treats me well
 She cured my fever
 With paracetamol
 I let my love get the best of me
 The plastic glove gets the rest of me
 She's been mixing potions
 In the bottom of a cup
 She adds an extra dosing
 I drink that sucker up
 I let my love get the best of me
 The plastic glove gets the rest of me
 She led me through a car park
 To her favorite spot
 She calls me her sweetheart
 I just show her dark
 The nurses hold my legs down
 The doctor ties me up
 When she pulls her knife out
 I don't feel the cut
 I let my love get the best of me
 The plastic glove gets the rest of me
 I let my love get the best of me
 The plastic glove gets the rest of me
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 (Where am I?)
 (Am I dead?)