The Psychiatrist Is In - God Help The Girl

Grow up you’re nearly thirty-one

What happened when you were a child?

Do you require an analyst?

Or will a friendly smile suffice?

Find your space

Are you breathing well?

Do you feel OK?

Are you calm?

Are you comfortable?

Is your heartbeat racing?

Is this your soul you’re facing?

Lay down, my couch is over there

I think you’ll find it’s way more comfortable

Take off your glasses, don’t be scared

For thirty pounds I’ll listen to your

Stories dear, shut the window there

We should keep this session intimate

Don’t you agree?

I’ve experience in matters similar

I can juggle, I can knit a pinafore

But I’ll listen to your tale

And give you some advice

I was an ace when I was young

I learned to dance, I didn’t have to learn

I was a case when I grew up

A case of hope crashing to the ground

I learned, I hit the skids

And I woke up me, myself, and

I was a different person

If I take you on will you be pliable?

As a confidant I’m quite reliable

Dreamer though you are

It is you that’s been my signpost

So far