歌曲 | The Psychologist |
歌手 | The Dreamer and the Sleeper |
专辑 | Autumn In the Evening |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well girl, let’s make some dinner plans | |
She calls her group of lady friends | |
I’ll be the one man band, no one can hold my hand | |
Cause I’m using both my hands | |
Well I’m stuck here, drowned in girlish smells | |
Who thought this could become my hell | |
I’ve got these ho’s to my left, and ho’s to my right | |
Got all the girls looking cause I’m with ladies night | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be going crazy | |
I’ve got two too many girls on all my extremities | |
And I start the arguments | |
I’m a psychologist, don’t you think so? | |
Well oh, oh, please, it’s so flattering | |
All of your blabbering, you’d find me royal too | |
Or am I blind, I’m blind to all my pride | |
I thought I glued my eyes open wide | |
So can we give up the fight, I think I just might | |
Go show to the young how to get back to life | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes me | |
It takes me incompatibly | |
And I, will fight bad mix by getting by | |
I will fight bad mix with fighting cries | |
And every single day that I get away from you and our | |
Break, my heart grows with every party | |
And all the lovely voices | |
How they are right on time | |
My mind begins to shine | |
They touch me baby | |
Don’t it drive you crazy | |
One, two, what you gonna do | |
Got all the right things, they’re right in front of you | |
And it’s the very same things that separate the youth | |
That yield strength from old age where lies become the truth | |
And my demons | |
They, they like to show | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
So girl, when you make our dinner plans | |
You’ll hold me in higher demand |
Well girl, let' s make some dinner plans | |
She calls her group of lady friends | |
I' ll be the one man band, no one can hold my hand | |
Cause I' m using both my hands | |
Well I' m stuck here, drowned in girlish smells | |
Who thought this could become my hell | |
I' ve got these ho' s to my left, and ho' s to my right | |
Got all the girls looking cause I' m with ladies night | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be going crazy | |
I' ve got two too many girls on all my extremities | |
And I start the arguments | |
I' m a psychologist, don' t you think so? | |
Well oh, oh, please, it' s so flattering | |
All of your blabbering, you' d find me royal too | |
Or am I blind, I' m blind to all my pride | |
I thought I glued my eyes open wide | |
So can we give up the fight, I think I just might | |
Go show to the young how to get back to life | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes me | |
It takes me incompatibly | |
And I, will fight bad mix by getting by | |
I will fight bad mix with fighting cries | |
And every single day that I get away from you and our | |
Break, my heart grows with every party | |
And all the lovely voices | |
How they are right on time | |
My mind begins to shine | |
They touch me baby | |
Don' t it drive you crazy | |
One, two, what you gonna do | |
Got all the right things, they' re right in front of you | |
And it' s the very same things that separate the youth | |
That yield strength from old age where lies become the truth | |
And my demons | |
They, they like to show | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
So girl, when you make our dinner plans | |
You' ll hold me in higher demand |
Well girl, let' s make some dinner plans | |
She calls her group of lady friends | |
I' ll be the one man band, no one can hold my hand | |
Cause I' m using both my hands | |
Well I' m stuck here, drowned in girlish smells | |
Who thought this could become my hell | |
I' ve got these ho' s to my left, and ho' s to my right | |
Got all the girls looking cause I' m with ladies night | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be going crazy | |
I' ve got two too many girls on all my extremities | |
And I start the arguments | |
I' m a psychologist, don' t you think so? | |
Well oh, oh, please, it' s so flattering | |
All of your blabbering, you' d find me royal too | |
Or am I blind, I' m blind to all my pride | |
I thought I glued my eyes open wide | |
So can we give up the fight, I think I just might | |
Go show to the young how to get back to life | |
Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
And oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes me | |
It takes me incompatibly | |
And I, will fight bad mix by getting by | |
I will fight bad mix with fighting cries | |
And every single day that I get away from you and our | |
Break, my heart grows with every party | |
And all the lovely voices | |
How they are right on time | |
My mind begins to shine | |
They touch me baby | |
Don' t it drive you crazy | |
One, two, what you gonna do | |
Got all the right things, they' re right in front of you | |
And it' s the very same things that separate the youth | |
That yield strength from old age where lies become the truth | |
And my demons | |
They, they like to show | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
I just gotta keep them low | |
So girl, when you make our dinner plans | |
You' ll hold me in higher demand |