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The psychoanalystâs conundrum
Is a venerable force, yeah
Itâs 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 issueâs 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 sheâs up, and she drink when sheâs down
Sheâs on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But youâre 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 youâll be throbbing in pain,
But youâd never cry out for help, no
Youâd look at your little book again
She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when sheâs up, and she drink when sheâs down
Sheâs on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But youâre an animal to me
The psychoanalystâs conundrum, uh
Yeah the issueâs with themselves, uh
They think about it too much to feel anything
Then theyâre stuck in the well