I've been searching for a new medicine man.
One that could 'examine' me once and tell me what's wrong.
But no one has the expertise that you possess-
No one has 'medicine' that strong.
Remember how I used to get your 'prescriptions?'
And refill them night after night?
I was strung out-so high on your love
You had laced it with desire and delight.
Tell me, are you still practicing medicine?
Because this angel can't fly on one wing
I could use a little fix here and there-
Hey man, I'm willing to do anything.
Since I can't pay you, I'll jog your memory
And remind you of how I used to get down-
Remember When I was your favorite head nurse?
The way I used to take your chocolate stick and lick it all around?
I'm writing this for my medicine man.
The one who used to heal my ills,
The one I miss and love ever so much
The man whose shoes no one can ever fill.