Soft brown locks down to your waist,
The way you walk drives me crazy,
All that self-esteem and confidence,
Leaves me cardiac arrested,
But you don't let it go to your head,
You walk with confidence in every step,
You know why you're there when you go to every sick patient's bed,
The way you direct the nurses,
And put your pen to paper,
Makes me sure that you know your work well,
The way you saw about me with smiling eyes,
Put some hope into that mind of mine,
But I guess that's how you see about every patient,
So I won't put my hopes up too high,
But in the next three years when I'm eighteen,
Find my file,
Give me a call if you remember me,
But for now,
You're just that doctor that drives me crazy,
Guess you're not doing your work right,
Because after taking that dose of medication you prescribed,
I'm still sick,
Thinking of your pretty face every second of the day,
Guess I got to forget about you,
But lately I've been trying to get ill,
Hoping that I'll have to take a visit,
But makes no use trying,
Because just the thought of you keeps me healthy.