I'm Not a Doctor, But I Play One on T.V. Songtext

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I'm Not a Doctor, But I Play One on T.V. Songtext
Well that blonde-headed girl,
She gets me going, it should be a crime.
My stomach churns, I never learn, she gets me every time.
I guess I should be a little more;
cautious when I'm playing with fire.
But the tongue in my mouth is always trying to get out.
So get out, get out

She's so young but a real breath-taker,
and I hate to admit it but I'm the heart breaker.
Sounds like a perfect plot to me!
Wait, wait, cut, cut!
Could you tell the cameraman that it's time to pan
into the audience, who turn their heads?
This is a daytime soap and I don't think the Network would approve...

I'll play the detective,
you can be the actress struggling with fame.
But the murder weapon that I found,
was registered in your name.
Call the good doctor!
Does he make house calls?
'Cause I think that blode-headed girl might have poisoned my drink, yeah,
and left me here to die in the bathroom stall.

She's so young but a real breath-taker,
and I hate to admit it but I'm the heart breaker.
Sounds like a perfect plot to me!
Wait, wait, cut, cut!
Could you tell the cameraman that it's time to pan
into the audience, who turn their heads?
This is a daytime soap and I don't think the Network would approve...

I'll burn the midnight oil with an old flame.
I never (?) anything 'fore this went back,
Why would I...change?

She's so young but a real breath-taker,
and I hate to admit it but I'm the heart breaker (heart-breaker).
She's so young but a real breath-taker,
and I hate to admit it but I'm the heart breaker.
Sounds like a perfect plot to me!
Wait, wait, cut, cut!
Could you tell the cameraman that it's time to pan
into the audience, who turn their heads?
This is a daytime soap and I don't think the Network would approve...
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