Lyrics: Jonathan Michael Hoard
Music: Jonathan Michael Hoard/Dotan Natanel Bergman
Babe, I've figured it out
It's going around
You've got a case of amnesia
Babe, ya say it's all in the fun
But I ain't the one
I got a ton of hunks waiting for me to leave ya
I know I'm a lot
But I got the spot
That makes you smile upon eruption
I don't understand
Why you play pretend
My heart is holding no auditions
I'd be your nurse
But you rather lurk
I contend to mend the distance
Hold from being too persistent
Maybe it's best to join you and forget it
You can call me the doctor
Cause I've got the cure for lovers with amnesia
The cure for lovers with amnesia
You can call me the doctor
Cause I've got the skill to heal the amnesia
A skill to heal the amnesia
A tender warning
I might just get amnesia too
A common side effect
Is making room for the next in cue
(Make room and forget about you)
A tender warning
I might just get amnesia too
Another side effect
Is making room for the next in cue
Just a case of amnesia
You've forgotten I don't need ya
Just a case of amnesia
A Tinder warning
I might just get amnesia too
A common side effect
Is making room for the next in cue
(Make room and forget about you)