| <Kinney, Emily> page <Expired Love> album page |
DoctorOh, oh, oh, oh,Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh I wish I was a doctor who could heal your broken heart Analyze each bruise and hear your story from the start And stitch up every tiny tear With a ribbon and a bow Prescribe you some new medicine That makes you feel less alone No I am not a doctor Just an ordinary girl But I know the way your chest aches The way your head swirls When abandoned, beat and broken down By the one who knew you best I was sleeping when he cut my veins To fuel his new life out west No I am not a doctor But I've got some extra time I've got some drugs I keep in stock called vodka and red wine Oh, we both know that you're not gonna sleep tonight I am not a doctor But maybe you could let me try So I put my hand against your head I recommend that you stay in bed Your temperature is getting pretty high I'll help you get undressed and put your drink on ice No I'll never be a doctor I hated science class But my parents liked to say how I picked up new skills pretty fast And I bet deep down we both have talents yet to discover So let's buckle down get to work Help you recover So I put my hand against your head I recommend that you stay in bed Your temperature is getting pretty high I'll help you get undressed and put your drink on ice I could be the doctor you could be the patient Instead of operation Built to any temptation There were things she wouldn't do But baby boy this night It's all about you Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, Get better soon |