The psychoanalyst’s conundrum

Is a venerable force, yeah

It’s like she got a shiny little badge now

'Cause she took a little course

And if I got a little problem, uh

She gonna write it down in ink

'Cause she got a little book that tell her

How people used to think

But that presents another problem, uh

What if the issue’s with herself, yeah

She go to get a drink of water

But falls inside the well

She like to tell me just what make me frown

But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down

She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin' below, all the human beings

But you’re an animal to me

An accidental laceration

Girl you better clean that out

'Cause if you wind up in a sandstorm

And all around you is a drought

Then your wound is gonna fester

And you’ll be throbbing in pain

But you’d never cry out for help, no

You’d look at your little book again

She like to tell me just what make me frown

But she drink when she’s up, and she drink when she’s down

She’s on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin' below, all the human beings

But you’re an animal to me

The psychoanalyst’s conundrum, uh

Yeah the issue’s with themselves, uh

They think about it too much to feel anything

Then they’re stuck in the well