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