Don’t tell me I’m neurotic, honey.
Don’t tell me what a mess I’ve made.
Don’t tell me how to spend my money.
You’ll never even know the kind of price I’ve paid.

Don’t tell me I’m obsessive, baby,
Or disillusioned with my broken past, because
You’re the source of my dysfunction, maybe.
That’s why this conversation will be over fast.

Because you’re boring me with all your psychobabble.
Your bad advice can drive a girl insane.
Don’t tell me how I need to fight my inner battles.
I’m smarter than you think because I play your game.

Don’t tell me I’m narcisstic, sweetie,
Then tell me all about your greatest traits.
I see beyond your word graffiti.
The only sound I hear is when your pride inflates.

Because you’re boring me with all your psychobabble.
Your bad advice can drive a girl insane.
Don’t tell me how I need to fight my inner battles.
I’m smarter than you think because I play your game.

Don’t ask for my opinion, darlin’
Then say I’m wrong in spite and jealousy.
Remember, I’m the one who’s gonna leave you bawling’,
And looking out to find yourself some therapy.

You’re boring me with all your psychobabble.
Your bad advice can drive a girl insane.
Don’t tell me how I need to fight my inner battles.
I’m smarter than you think because I play your game.

I said you’re boring me with all your psychobabble.
Your bad advice can drive a girl insane.
Don’t tell me how I need to fight my inner battles.
I’m smarter than you think because I play your game.

All music and lyrics written by Cathy Ford.
Copyright © 2015 Cathy Ford Music. All Rights Reserved.