Please doctor House,
Stop playing tennis with my brain
I still don’t feel pain
I’m not a mouse
Without a mouth
I’m not sane
Stop giving me bane
Ch:
If you don’t care
If you are so keen
I’m gonna steal your vicodin
And have a good time, have a good time.
Everyone lies
Everything kills
But I will try your magic pills
Don’t think it’s a crime, not a crime.
Please doctor House
Stop bringing chaos to my soul
Like a black hole.
Where is your house?
What do you love apart from this ball
That you beat against a wall?
Ch.
Hey, Doctor House
C’mon let’s bouse and I’ll get well
So, so well
You’re so grouse
That I will linger on in this jail
And become hale
Ch.
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