I'm just a junior doctor n I know fuck all,
Only went to med school 2 bang girls in the bathroom stalls.
I come round all week, meek n silent as mandem speak, big bald n tall,
Then at the weekend your alone, n suddenly a little know it all.
But your just a younger, a pure div, specs in blue.
Glasses n pen out, with only half a quarter, of any clue.
If you hadn't chat so much shit, I wouldn't had 2 write this Skrew.
But I hate telling Dox, shit they should already knew.
Sorry for the grammar, but I don't give a fuck.
U want me have a bed bath, get 1 of them fit nurses, 2 kneel and suck.
All I want is a power shower, but I keep waking up in muck.
Sick blood n bile, I'm obviously all out of luck.
Go back to med school, pay grand's 2 learn wat I learnt on the Street.
Which meds interact with what, n what drugs will make u swell ur feet.
It's all in the box dinlow, just open it, n read that sheet.
Then I wouldn't be listening every weekend, about ur crappy medical feats.
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