| Song | The Psychologist |
| Artist | The Dreamer and the Sleeper |
| Album | Autumn In the Evening |
| Well girl, let’s make some dinner plans | |
| She calls her group of lady friends | |
| I’ll be the one man band, no one can hold my hand | |
| Cause I’m using both my hands | |
| Well I’m stuck here, drowned in girlish smells | |
| Who thought this could become my hell | |
| I’ve got these ho’s to my left, and ho’s to my right | |
| Got all the girls looking cause I’m with ladies night | |
| Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
| And oh I must be going crazy | |
| I’ve got two too many girls on all my extremities | |
| And I start the arguments | |
| I’m a psychologist, don’t you think so? | |
| Well oh, oh, please, it’s so flattering | |
| All of your blabbering, you’d find me royal too | |
| Or am I blind, I’m blind to all my pride | |
| I thought I glued my eyes open wide | |
| So can we give up the fight, I think I just might | |
| Go show to the young how to get back to life | |
| Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
| And oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes me | |
| It takes me incompatibly | |
| And I, will fight bad mix by getting by | |
| I will fight bad mix with fighting cries | |
| And every single day that I get away from you and our | |
| Break, my heart grows with every party | |
| And all the lovely voices | |
| How they are right on time | |
| My mind begins to shine | |
| They touch me baby | |
| Don’t it drive you crazy | |
| One, two, what you gonna do | |
| Got all the right things, they’re right in front of you | |
| And it’s the very same things that separate the youth | |
| That yield strength from old age where lies become the truth | |
| And my demons | |
| They, they like to show | |
| I just gotta keep them low | |
| I just gotta keep them low | |
| So girl, when you make our dinner plans | |
| You’ll hold me in higher demand |
| Well girl, let' s make some dinner plans | |
| She calls her group of lady friends | |
| I' ll be the one man band, no one can hold my hand | |
| Cause I' m using both my hands | |
| Well I' m stuck here, drowned in girlish smells | |
| Who thought this could become my hell | |
| I' ve got these ho' s to my left, and ho' s to my right | |
| Got all the girls looking cause I' m with ladies night | |
| Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
| And oh I must be going crazy | |
| I' ve got two too many girls on all my extremities | |
| And I start the arguments | |
| I' m a psychologist, don' t you think so? | |
| Well oh, oh, please, it' s so flattering | |
| All of your blabbering, you' d find me royal too | |
| Or am I blind, I' m blind to all my pride | |
| I thought I glued my eyes open wide | |
| So can we give up the fight, I think I just might | |
| Go show to the young how to get back to life | |
| Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh | |
| And oh I must be a little mixed up when the world takes me | |
| It takes me incompatibly | |
| And I, will fight bad mix by getting by | |
| I will fight bad mix with fighting cries | |
| And every single day that I get away from you and our | |
| Break, my heart grows with every party | |
| And all the lovely voices | |
| How they are right on time | |
| My mind begins to shine | |
| They touch me baby | |
| Don' t it drive you crazy | |
| One, two, what you gonna do | |
| Got all the right things, they' re right in front of you | |
| And it' s the very same things that separate the youth | |
| That yield strength from old age where lies become the truth | |
| And my demons | |
| They, they like to show | |
| I just gotta keep them low | |
| I just gotta keep them low | |
| So girl, when you make our dinner plans | |
| You' ll hold me in higher demand |