The lady keeps the doctor in a place inside her pocket
In a circle made of silver like a wheel
The doctor gives her strange love, and the lady she don't knock it
She's glad to get a piece of anything
Because the lady needs the medicine he brings
And the doctor needs the lady to see
Well the doctor keeps the lady in a page in a book
On the history of communicable disease
The lady's she went to school, she lets the doctor play it cool
He writes the script, she follows his lead
Because the doctor writes a love story so fine
And the lady's learned to read between his lines

Well the doctor he takes housecalls where he visits the animals
In their stalls, shoots them full of juice and then goes home
The lady hits the supermart where she rides the aisles in a shopping cart
'Till she feels she's played enough of the part to get by ohhhhhhh
But the lady feels its enough to just be good
But the doctor has this need to be understood
Well the doctor feels he's so abused and the lady feels she's so unused
She demands the doctor tend her daily parts
But the doctor just can't do it whoa because the lady
Blew it, she's too old now to make another start
And the lady feels the doctor's made of stone
But the doctor's heart, it just ain't fond of home


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1972 für "Greetings from Asbury Park" geschrieben. Niemals veröffentlicht.