Stevie Taite - The Therapist's Not So Hidden Treasures lyrics

Off you went with my trust Not about us Just the job in hand I was tied, unavoidable deadlines 'Just go, you'll manage fine (For you, these meetings a foreign land) Our daughter had trouble with speech Needed to reach Out for a helping hand This speech therapist was fit Had great tits Where your eyes couldn't help but land Did one thing she said remain? You men, all the same (Push it down fella, with your hand) Guess I will wait for written report Yes to that I'll resort When on my mat it will land Good job in you I have trust I have a great bust! Here fella, give me your hand!