The lady keeps the doctor in a place inside her pocket
The circle made of silver like a wheel
The doctor gives a strange love, but the lady she don't knock it
She's glad to get a piece of anything
Because the lady needs the medicine he brings
Doctor needs the lady to see
The doctor keeps the lady in a page in a book
On the history of communicable diseases
The lady's been to school, she lets the doctor play it cool
He writes the script, she follows his lead
'Cause the doctor writes love story so fine
The lady's learned to read between the lines
Sometimes
The doctor, he takes house calls where he visits the animals
In their stalls, shoots them full of juice and then goes home
The lady hits the supermarket where she rides the aisles in a shopping cart
'till she feels she's played enough of the part to get by ooh
The lady feels its enough to just be good
But the doctor has his need to be understood
The doctor feels he's so abused and the lady feels she's so unused
And demands the doctor tends her daily parts
Ooh, but the doctor just can't do it because so long ago the lady
Blew it, they're too old now to make another start
The lady feels the doctor's made of stone
The doctor' heart, it just ain't found a home