Not The Doctor-Elizabeth Stanley/Sean Allan Krill/Nora Schell/Original Broadway Cast Of Jagged Little Pill

歌手 : Elizabeth Stanley / Sean Allan Krill / Nora Schell / Original Broadway Cast Of Jagged Little Pill

专辑 : Jagged Little Pill (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 01:37

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TXT Not The Doctor-Elizabeth Stanley/Sean Allan Krill/Nora Schell/Original Broadway Cast Of Jagged Little Pill 文本歌词

I don't want to be the filler

If the void is solely yours

I don't want to be your glass

Of single malt whiskey hidden in the bottom drawer

I don't want to be a bandage

If the wound is not mine

Lend me some fresh air

I don't want to be adored

For what I merely represent to you

I don't want to be your babysitter

You're a very big boy now

I don't want to be your mother

I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months

Show me the back door

Visiting hours are nine to five

And if I show up at ten past six well I

Already know that you'd find

Some way to sneak me in and oh

Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for

And I am not the doctor

I don't want to be the sweeper

Of the egg shells that you walk upon

And I don't want to be your other half

I believe that one and one make two

I don't want to be your food or the light

From the fridge on your face at midnight hey

What are you hungry for

I don't want to be the glue

That holds your pieces together

I don't want to be your idol

See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights

I don't want to be lived through

A vicarious occasion

Please open the window

Visiting hours are nine to five

And if I show up at ten past six well I

Already know that you'd find

Some way to sneak me in and oh

Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for

And I am not the doctor

I don't want to live on someday

When my motto is last week and I

I don't want to be responsible

For your fractured heart and it's wounded beat

I don't want to be a substitute

For the smoke you've been inhaling

What do you thank me

What do you thank me for

Visiting hours are nine to five

And if I show up at ten past six well I

Already know that you'd find

Some way to sneak me in and oh

Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for

And I am not the doctor