Lady, you promised me
that you’d sound both before I leave.
Left me walking in circles.

Left’s not right. We learn that at the beginning.
‘She did one twice
and two lefts don’t make a right. Right?’
Now the doctor’s seeing double.
I’m walking into more months of trouble.
Don’t often complain, but what were you doing?
There were like five of you. Someone get a clue,
lose your horse, or listen.

PhDs hang up on me.
PhDs, they just cleave me.
They went to school for so many years,
they’re too smart to believe me.

He said, ‘they’re only helping.’
I said, ‘they’ve got me thinking
and I think they’re making me crazy.’
Enough with too much thinking.
Believe me.

I am not that crazy.
I am not insane.
I just listened to your advice
and then I lost my brain.
I am fine, just trust my gut,
the littlest bit was way too much.

PhDs can’t perceive me.
PhDs just unweave me.
They went to school for so many years,
that they’re too smart to believe me.

And,
lady, You promised me
that you’d sound both before I leave.
You left me walking in circles.

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