Phobias

Parents say I waste my days

That I'm no work and only play

Said there's something wrong with my head

But I didn't listen to a word they said

Went to a shrink for over a year

But I couldn't tell him of my fear

Fear of love and fear of crime

Fear of drying, fear of time

I'm afraid of getting hurt

And walking through the dirt

I'm afraid of repression

But I always need protection

I'm afraid of model planes

I'm afraid of monthly pains

I'm afraid of pimps and whores

I'm afraid of roger Moore

Afraid of me afraid of you

Afraid of mom and dad too

I'm afraid of fear of fear

I'm afraid of a career

I'm afraid of model planes

I'm afraid of monthly pains

I'm afraid of pimps and whores

I'm afraid of roger Moore