Come into the office is the sun too much
Let?s draw the shades and hold all your calls
What do we have here all told it looks severe
But procedures are quite clear and recognized
Allow me to be frank it suits our purposes to see your honesty
In the scientific world of medicine these minds agree in a theory
Do you trust me
Do you love me
All my patients really love these
You?re my patient do you love me
I want you to
I need you to
This is not a pep talk or strained forgery
Of faith and dignity I?ll be plain and not too cold
It?s like a gift of quicksand not a death sentence on command
I hope you still can hear what?s underneath
I?m grasping now for words
Your lashed glance their damp tears no I?m not relaxed here
Excuse my analogy to forgery but surgery is not a theory
Do you trust me
Do you love me
All my patients really love these
You?re my patient do you love me
You come into a room
Expecting doom and gloom
But families here have come together
Made stronger while you?re getting
The best minds of our generations
Do you trust me
Do you love me
All my patients really love these?