If a psychiatrist had seen us
He'd say the situation between us
Was the same as portrayed by Mr Freud
He would say that my libido
Has gone a little bit predido
And my dispositions, oh so paranoid
An ambivalent mixture
Let me draw you a picture
A loves B
With such emotion
With so much passion
With such devotion
In such a fashion
That loving B becomes her sole occupation
Oh, what a pity it must end in frustration
A loves B
Oh, she'll invite him
To stay for dinner
She can't excite him
He isn't in
(to) her
He'll stay for dinner but he won't taste her kisses
I guess her kisses have a kick that just misses
For B loves C
Oh what a pity
That B can't see
How very faithful
That A would be
If B would be
As nice to A as he is to C
So you see
The situation
Is so neurotic
It almost borders
Under psychotic
The situation that's confronting me
Each time I see you going out with C
A certain something dies inside of me
A loves B
B loves C
What must be, must be, must be, must be
See?
Writer(s): Irving Gordon
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