Dear Doctor       (Listen to sample)

 

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1. Oh, help me, dear doctor, I`m damaged,   there`s a pain where there

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   once was a heart. It`s sleeping, it`s beating, can`t you please take it out

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    and preserve it right there in that jar.

 

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2. Oh, help me, please, Mama, I`m sickening,   it`s today that`s the day

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     of my plunge.  Oh, the gal,  I`m to marry, is a bow-legged sow,

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    I`ve been soaking up drink like a sponge.

 

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3. “Don`t worry, get dressed!“ cried my mother,  as she plied me with

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    bourbon so sour .  “Pull your socks on, put your suit on,

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    comb your long hair down, for you will be wed in the hour.“

             

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4. = 1      5. I was trembling as I put on my jacket,   it had creases as

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    sharp as a knife.  I put the ring in my pocket, but there was a note,

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    and my heart it jumped into my mouth.

                     

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6. It read, “Darling, I`m sorry to hurt you,   but I`ve no courage to speak

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    in your face.  But I`m down in  Virginia with your cousin Lou,

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    and there`ll be no wedding today.“

 

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7. Oh, help me, dear doctor, I`m damaged,   you can put back my heart

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    in its hole.  Oh, Mama, I`m crying tears of relief,

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    and my pulse is now under control

 

   (The Rolling Stones)