Every night, 'bout a quarter to ten
The doctor man comes up, then comes back again
Every night, 'bout a minute to eleven
The doctor man sends another to heaven
The doctor man knows what to do
He'll use his fancy tools on you
So hush my child, go to sleep
Or the doctor man will buy you for cheap
© Elizabeth White 2007
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wow, these are so good!
this would make a really good song
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