It’s July 1 and Aim at Melanoma is telling me it’s time to do my monthly skin self-exam. I know these folks mean well, but I’ll pass. For one thing, I don’t like to look at my worn old carcass any more than I have to to shave etc. And for another, don’t these folks understand that we mole-covered paranoid hypochondriacs at The Hotel Melanoma are almost constantly obsessing over whether some spot on our hides is changing? Meh.
From Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers’, “You Wreck Me”…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8m5p6V_NPQ&feature=related
Surprised I’m ‘live, nine years on
Surprised I’m pale, like my SPF strong
Infuse me, should C come ‘round
If I stay too long in Hotel town
Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do
Now and again I get the feeling
Well if I don't win, I'm a gonna break even
Rescue me, should C go wrong
If it digs too deep, if it stays too long
Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do
I'll be the boy in the SPF pants
You need a cure, that’s the vic’try dance
Sunscreen me, wherever I go
Docs play dumb, whatever they know
Oh, yeah, you wreck me, Black C
You make me sing blues
But you move me, Sun C
Yes, you do
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