Doctor Love
No PHD or earned degree
No Doctors bag, his specialty
Is Love, the cure for what ails you
That heart broken he will make new
He soothes the hurt that someone left
Upon that soul today inept
That wakes each day feeling unloved
Maybe thinking you're not thought of
Suppress that ache that drives you nuts
That lack of love that hurtful cut
That seems to feel like someone stuck
A knife feeling like lightning struck
You're all burnt out from chasing dreams
Inside the clubs where this bad scene
Left no number for you to call
Don't worry babe, he's down the hall
Just call on him and he will come
To change what some dope has done
To you today feeling undone
Doctor Love is here so just lay back
He'll save you from this heart attack
Where butterflies will race about
Inside a heart that once cried out
Doctor Love!
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