Lyrics God Help the Girl

God Help the Girl

The Psychiatrist Is In

Grow up, you're nearly 25

What happened when you were a child?

Do you require an analyst

or will a friendly smile suffice?

Find your space, are you breathing well?

Do you feel okay?

Are you calm, are you comfortable?

Is your heartbeat racing?

Is this your soul you're facing?

Lay down, my couch is over there

I think you'll find it's way more comfortable

Take off your glasses, don't be scared

For thirty pounds, I'll listen to your

Stories dear, shut the window there

We should keep the session intimate, don't you agree?

I've experience in matters similar

I can't juggle I can't knit a pinafore

But I'll listen to your tale and give you some advice

I was an ace when I was young

I learned to dance, I didn't have to learn

I was a case when I grew up

A case of hope, crashing to the ground

I learned, I hit the skids and I

Woke up me myself and I was a different person

If I take you on will you be pliable?

As a confidante I'm quite reliable

Dreamer though you are

It is you that's been my signpost so far.