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The psychoanalyst’s conundrum Is a venerable force, yeah It’s like she got a shiny little badge now Cuz she took a little course And if I got a little problem, uh She gonna write it down in ink Cuz she got a little book that tell her How people used to think But that presents another problem, uh What if the issue’s with herself, yeah She go to get a drink of water But falls inside the well She like to tell me just what make me frown, But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings But you’re an animal to me An accidental laceration Girl you better clean that out Cuz if you wind up in a sandstorm And all around you is a drought Then your wound is gonna fester And you’ll be throbbing in pain, But you’d never cry out for help, no SongtexteYou’d look at your little book again She like to tell me just what make me frown, But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings But you’re an animal to me The psychoanalyst’s conundrum, uh Yeah the issue’s with themselves, uh They think about it too much to feel anything Then they’re stuck in the well (Merci à Vince pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania