Lyrics

Doctor
 Graham Denny

You see a man who?s pushing in the right direction, making the right
selection,
Not messing with your mind.
Right now she?s acting like she?s so mean, class one, expert, drama queen
So you?ve gotta take your time

They work it make it work right, acting like they?re just so tight,
Mixing with a match
She?s working her half half days, the scheming up her new ways,
To spend all that extra cash

Oh poor me I can?t sleep at night, the cars keep on parking, dogs always
barking
Right outside my window
Oh poor me my life is a nightmare, I broke my finger nail, am I looking
pale
Maybe you could call a doctor?

Don?t bully me with your words in action, don?t tell me what should be my
reaction,
Telling me what you?ve planned
What about me? Don?t I get an input, or am I just aim by your right foot?
Seems you got my life canned

So you won?t know what I?m doing at night, No news good news equals no
fight,
I can be so quiet shhhhhhhh
You can shout and scream at me, tell me how good I feel to be free
Yeah quiet inside us

Oh poor me it?s getting too much here, head throbs with pain, will you call again
And speed dial my mother
Oh poor me can?t take any more now, I missed our latest date, I?m starting to feel faint
Maybe you could call a doctor?
Maybe you could call a doctor?
Maybe you could call a doctor?