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If all the hypochondriacs on earth
Have the same doctor as me
Then I understand them
My doctor comes every time
Save me
When I am on two fingers
To snap
And then he listens to me
To find out what drops
He prescribes me
My doctor
A doctor's love
My doctor is handsome
He rubs his steto-o
To slide it
Under my blouse
Paste it on my skin
He is mysterious
Between us it's secret
Conscientious medical
And discreet
For exams
Clinics
He takes out his devices
Told me
It's chronic
You know my doctor
He's not just anyone
He's a scientist
My doctor he's handsome
He rubs his stethoscope
To slide it
Under my blouse
Paste it on my skin
He talks about love
With me
Always question
My palpitations
But the moment I prefer,
It's when he makes me go behind
He asks me to undress
To lie down
And comes to examine me
My doctor he is handsome,
My doctor he is handsome
But he has a ring
On her wedding finger
I'm an aerophage again
Hey Doctor?
No, that's not going at all
I'd like an appointment
This afternoon?
4 p.m.?
Okay doctor!
My doctor he is handsome,
My doctor he is handsome
My doctor
La, la, la, la....
La, la, la, la....
La, la, la, la... .
My doctor he is handsome
My doctor he is handsome
Oh how handsome he is!