If you're feeling forlorn or a bit full on Here's a cure that's a medical paragon It's a fantasy panacea, yes indeed
And there's no hidden cost
And lose them for a while Hugging makes you feel like But don't wait 'til tomorrow
It won't leave you in debt with a legal writ With clothing that doesn't fit It won't leave you with another little
There's no known communicable So if you leave it at hugging Then your problem's solved You won't bruise or bleed
You can start with a handshake Let it evolve to involve a little toll
You don't need psychedelics You don't need a bag of weed
You don't need a flatmate With two dimensional thoughts You don't need a prostitute
Who had always felt the need