psychology

I've got problem, a syndrome,
I'm a classic case for sure
Whatever it is keeps me feelin lonely,
and I'm doubtin that there's a cure


oh there's no doubt, I've been wounded;
hey doc, let me count the ways
Cos each time I find a woman to love me,
she gets up and runs away

Could it be the fact that I never say I'm sorry?
Could it be because I never brush my teeth?
Do I need to always hold her when she's worried?
And must I watch chick flicks on TV?

Do i have to keep on tellin her she's beautiful?
Hey I noticed her, ain't that proof enough?
My poetic side ain't quite that poetical,
and yah my sweet words can sometimes sound like grunts.

You tellin me I need more emotional intelligence?
I'm not sure I've got enough of any kind!
None of this psychology stuff makes any sense
But if you think it'll work I'll give it a try.

OK, next time I'll let her know just how I feel
How her green eyes set my head spinnin
Like one of those carnival tilty-carousel-wheels
(which by the way, make me green in the gills)

I'll share my deepest thoughts and emotions
Like how hungry I am for pizza and a beer
If this turns out to really be a solution
Doc your fee will be worth every dollar

This psychology, I guess it's not so bad
It means I can just keep on being me
And if that's the me that drives her mad
Then I can blame it on someone else but me.

I've got problem, a syndrome,
I'm a classic case for sure
Whatever it is keeps me feelin lonely,
and I'm doubtin that there's a cure