Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like a old disease
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
I can't refuse any loose hearted lady anymoreI scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame but you ain't proud
Maybe your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is bite
The hand that feeds me
Feeds meDoctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, pleaseAll things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds meIn the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na na na na naDoctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a handAll things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeahDoctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor...
Songwriters
STEVEN TYLER, JACK DOUGLAS, TOM HAMILTON, BRAD WHITFORD, JOSEPH KRAMERPublished by
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