Seb K - Drinks With Shrinks

I was born at the end of the Middle Ages, in the evening of a cold day in January
At that point, a shrink engages in some psychoanalytic baloney
At least 7 days a week we meet, pour some deep-red Cabernet
And get passionate with meat, I just want to jump right into her bed, into her bed
She's more Freudian than Freud ever was, her face like a tribal mask, disturbing
Ceremonies & superstition are dangerous, and the zeitgeist is against it, darling
I want the answers fast, see? My unconscious is not yours, don't mess with my mind
There is no one in its hallways but me, I will open the doors even if the lifts are hard to find
Sometimes I share a ride with "Miss Mystery", soon enough she's my heroine in a wild dream
I rescue her from an abyss and carry her to safety, just her & me, the parfait, perfect, perfetto team
Guess the mind is never silent, its deeper orders will stay sealed, all mine
It is less costly, and I can spend, the money on much more wine
Or on one pill to fix everything, my gift to myself for Christmas
Or else I'll just sue my shrink, even if her hair is the same color as my mother's was

Written by:
Sebastien Kellner

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