I get excited when you scream, lace up the doctor's only white glove, you seem to make me tremble, with these patient calming steps you have.     Why do you always look at me all up and down, with rolling eyes? Get a grip I'll do my best.    The waitress left a note on the table, she said that you've got potential, drop a line when you're back in town.    And by the way, I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.     These are the stories you can't live down, the ones you love to hate the most, and you know that we can get down' we