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Doctors
Doctors:
Doctors are really good when you don’t need them
But I’m sick and you are not here, right now for me
I’m jumping the nest, and the fall is long my wings are breaking in, they’re not very strong
I’m sorry was that your foot I stepped on
Oh you called me things like Brittney spears
Your beady little eyes, hazed over and you ask for the details of me, and sweet old daddy
You want to be a team, where are we
Where are we
Didn’t you want it?
Did I do something wrong
I’m sorry is it your foot I step on
I don’t know, what you want from me
If it’s even me
Get on your knees, were you belong
And look up here, up at me
I know your type, I know your breed
I know what to do for you
But what about me
Hello are you even listening
You said you’re here to help me
You’re driving me even crazier
Maybe you should be laying right here
And I should be in your leather chair
Oh you called me things, like Brittney spears
Your beady little eyes hazed over, and you lean in and ask for the details, of me and those dirty little things I did
You want to be a team, where are we
Where are we
Do you even want me?
Did I do something wrong
I’m sorry is that your foot I stepped on
Written
3/24/2013
Lori aka Seascape
Doctors are really good when you don’t need them
But I’m sick and you are not here, right now for me
I’m jumping the nest, and the fall is long my wings are breaking in, they’re not very strong
I’m sorry was that your foot I stepped on
Oh you called me things like Brittney spears
Your beady little eyes, hazed over and you ask for the details of me, and sweet old daddy
You want to be a team, where are we
Where are we
Didn’t you want it?
Did I do something wrong
I’m sorry is it your foot I step on
I don’t know, what you want from me
If it’s even me
Get on your knees, were you belong
And look up here, up at me
I know your type, I know your breed
I know what to do for you
But what about me
Hello are you even listening
You said you’re here to help me
You’re driving me even crazier
Maybe you should be laying right here
And I should be in your leather chair
Oh you called me things, like Brittney spears
Your beady little eyes hazed over, and you lean in and ask for the details, of me and those dirty little things I did
You want to be a team, where are we
Where are we
Do you even want me?
Did I do something wrong
I’m sorry is that your foot I stepped on
Written
3/24/2013
Lori aka Seascape
Published 9th Jul 2014
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