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She worked in my postoffice.
In my zip code, in my postal area.
I don't think I should reveal her name.
She'll remain anonymous, but we can call her Maria.
I met her at university.
She stared at me, I stared right back at her.
We went out for a coffee or two.
It all felt new, I can tell you.
But she turned out to be a psychogirl.
They all fall for me psychogirls.
They are drawn to me, mysteriously.
I don't know why.
Just turn around now psychogirl.
I can't be your guy, I can't dry your tears from your eyes.
She sent me an SMS.
But it felt more like an SOS, a cry for help.
I know your life has been a mess.
You cried yourself to sleep as a child.
In your mommy's dress and your summerdress.
But stop following me psychogirl.
I have enough problems to deal with on my own.
Just turn around now psychogirl.
Your eyes are like knives, cutting into my bones.
And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
In my zip code, in my postal area.
I don't think I should reveal her name.
She'll remain anonymous, but we can call her Maria.
I met her at university.
She stared at me, I stared right back at her.
We went out for a coffee or two.
It all felt new, I can tell you.
But she turned out to be a psychogirl.
They are drawn to me, mysteriously.
I don't know why.
Just turn around now psychogirl.
I can't be your guy, I can't dry your tears from your eyes.
But it felt more like an SOS, a cry for help.
I know your life has been a mess.
You cried yourself to sleep as a child.
In your mommy's dress and your summerdress.
But stop following me psychogirl.
I have enough problems to deal with on my own.
Just turn around now psychogirl.
Your eyes are like knives, cutting into my bones.
And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
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Submitted by
ilse On Sep 07, 2005
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I don't think he sounds like a prick. I'm fairly certain most of you, if confronted by a stranger with crazy problems, would not want to help them. We care about ourselves and the people that care about us, and any extra isn't required.
This one is pretty self-explanatory. It's love the arrangements, they are such a contrast to the somewhat cruel lyrics. (it misses a couple of apostrophes.. "psychologist's")
I love the arrangements. of course.
How mean!
Yeah, I love Jens but I'm not too into this song. The lyrics are too cruel and he comes off as a bit of a prick. I do enjoy the ending instrumentals though.
i agree he sounds a bit like a prick but just listen the way he sings - so sad. what a contradictory song.
you guys are crazy - he's not being mean, just real. its flippin funny
I don't think this is mean, just honest. The guy feels bad but he's got so much issues of his own that he knows he can't help her.
I can't really see why this would be seen as cruel. This is one of my favourite songs by Jens, the melodies and the lyrics are both perfect. The song is obviously melancholic and honest. There is a type that attracts people with lots of problems (mental disorders mainly), and I have been at both ends of a situation like this. This song addresses how relationships can't turn into therapy - you're there for the other person, granted, but you can't solve their problems. They can't rely on you with everything that's wrong with them, that will just put too much stress, pressure and whatnot on the other person (who already has problems of their own). A relationship where the other one is trying to drag their partner out of depression, for example, is likely to lead to both needing help and straining their relationship. "Who would be the psychologist's psychologist?" very clearly states that they have their own problems to deal with, they can't then try to make the other person get better. I see this as a very truthful song about something that is both difficult and common. It is not cruel, it is honest and makes an important point. Partners are not supposed to be each other's psychologists, and no matter how sad it would feel, that sort of a relationship is better left unpursued.