| Most of these pricks are hypnotised
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| Staring at her tits and shiny thighs
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| Diamond jewel tips and they’re wiley eyes
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| But they just don’t recognise
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| I see her walk
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| Looking side to side
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| And everybody stops
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| Looking Petrified
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| Move down the block causing quite a stir
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| And she’s looking pretty fresh man, I must concur
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| But I see through her exterior, and it’s not that superior
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| The lip gloss bubble is bound to burst, you won’t be the last, you can’t be the
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| first
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| She’s not much verse, mostly chorus
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| Between those ears, mostly sawdust
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| She’s mostly lovely, mostly never
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| Blah, blah, blah, blah, whatever
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| Doctor, Doctor
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| Can’t you see?
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| My minds been playing
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| Jokes on me
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| And I’ve been trying to save my soul
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| I’ve been trying to do right
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| But all I’m getting is the tunnel
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| At the end of the light
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| Look at her now, she’s laughing it up
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| And with a sex shooting verb, she’ll be slapping them up
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| And in the meantime, she loves jacking them off
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| And with a smile telling them their not making the cut
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| Now why you looking at me like I’m making this up
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| And why you looking at me like I’m floaty and hinged
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| Like I’m a little bit singed after a JD and Prozac binge
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| And just realised I try but can’t win
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| I’m getting sicker, I can’t see
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| My eye lids flicker but I can’t delete
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| The image that I have running in my brain
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| A chance that I’ve missed and I can’t regain
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| Everybody knows apparently
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| I must just be a transparency
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| The thing I’ve been hiding so hopelessly is
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| That I just want this bitch to notice me
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| Doctor, Doctor
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| Can’t you see?
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| My minds been playing
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| Jokes on me
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| And I’ve been trying to save my soul
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| I’ve been trying to do right
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| But all I’m getting is the tunnel
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| At the end of the light
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| Paranoid delusional lovesick lonely lust
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| Nasty, jealous insecurity, that’s how I’m coming across
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| Paranoid delusional lovesick lonely lust
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| Nasty, jealous insecure at least that’s how I’m coming across
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| I’m getting sicker, I can’t see
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| My eye lids flicker but I can’t delete
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| The image that I have running in my brain
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| A chance that I’ve missed and I can’t regain
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| Everybody knows apparently
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| I must just be a transparency
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| The thing I’ve been hiding so hopelessly is
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| That I just want this bitch to notice me
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| Doctor, Doctor
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| Can’t you see?
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| My minds been playing
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| Jokes on me
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| And I’ve been trying to save my soul
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| I’ve been trying to do right
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| But all I’m getting is the tunnel
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| At the end of the light
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| Doctor, Doctor
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| Can’t you see?
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| My minds been playing
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| Jokes on me
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| And I’ve been trying to save my soul
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| I’ve been trying to do right
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| But all I’m getting is the tunnel
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| At the end of the light
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| Doctor, Doctor
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| Can’t you see?
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| My minds been playing
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| Jokes on me
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| And I’ve been trying to save my soul
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| I’ve been trying to do right
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| But all I’m getting is the tunnel
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| At the end of the light |