Therapy

I wonder why you love me, baby,
I hardly love myself at all.
I think we're both a little crazy,
we need some therapy that's all.

I'll see a man, you see a woman.
You need a mom, I need a dad.
It's not our fault we have this problem,
our parents made us, we were had.

I know that there's someone out there,
who knows what the hell is happening.
You know that we must do something,
'cause God knows and he's not helping.

Just twice a week for just an hour,
Just walk on it, just let it out.
I know we'll both feel so much better.
Don't let depression with the bout.

Don't bottle up those awful feelings.
You're not the one who knows it all.
There is a nice big box of Kleenex,
if you break down and start to bawl.

I know that there's someone out there,
who knows what the hell is happening.
You know that we must do something,
'cause God knows and he's not helping.

I'm full of fear and paranoia,
you are hysterical and sad,
let's do it, babe, you know I love you,
it costs so much, it can't be bad.

I don't know why you love me, baby,
I hardly love myself at all.
I thnk we're both a little crazy,
we need some therapy that's all.

Just sixty bucks an hour, that's all.