What I Need - Seashells

My whole life’s scattered in the streets

Along with my furniture and the sheets

The remains of something sweet

You thought I was down

But I’m on my feet

I’m older and now I can take the heat

It’s a dance to a different beat

I don’t need no girlfriend to make me sane again

I need a psychiatrist

And a prescription list

There’s a talk around the town

About a smile that turned to a frown

Well, I’m sorry to let you down

My head is higher than the sun

I feel the battle has been won

I chased your ghosts on the run

I don’t need no girlfriend to make me sane again

I need a psychiatrist

And a stranger’s kiss

I don’t need no girlfriend to make me sane again

I need a psychiatrist

And a boxer’s fist

(How sweet the victory…)

I don’t need no girlfriend to make me sane again

I need a psychiatrist

And a prescription list

I don’t need no girlfriend to make me sane again

I need a psychiatrist

And a stranger’s kiss