The Psychologist

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