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Alanis Morissette "Hands Clean" (Change Is) Never A Waste Of Time 21 Things I Want In A Lover A Man After a Year Like This One All I Really Want An Emotion Away Are You Still Mad Are You Still Mad ? Baba Big Bad Love Cant Not Can\'t Deny Can\'t Not Death of Cinderella Fate Stay With Me Feel Your Love Find The Right Man Flinch Forgive Me Love Forgiven Front Row Give What You Got Gorgeous Hand In My Pocket Hands Clean Head Over Feet Heart Of The House Human Touch I Dont Know I Was Hoping Ironic Jealous Joining You Keep the Radio On King of Intimidation King of Pain London Mary Jane Narcissus No Apologies No Pressure over Cappuccinos Not The Doctor Oh Yeah! On My Own One Party Boy Perfect Plastic Pollyanna Flower Pray for Peace Precious Illusions Princes Familiar Rain Real World Right Through You So Pure So Unsexy Still Superman Surrendering Sympathetic Character Thank U That I Would Be Good That Particular Time The Couch The Time Of Your Life These R the Thoughts Too Hot Uninvented Uninvited Unsent UR Utopia Wake Up Walk Away Weekends When We Meet Again Would Not Come You Learn You Oughta Know You Owe Me Nothing In Return Your Congratulations Your House

Not The Doctor lyrics mp3 by Alanis Morissette I don\'t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don\'t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don\'t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I don\'t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don\'t want to be your babysitter You\'re a very big boy now I don\'t want to be your mother I didn\'t carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you\'d find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it\'s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor I don\'t want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon I don\'t want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 I don\'t want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight Hey what are you hungry for I don\'t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together I don\'t want to be your idol See this pedestal is high and I\'m afraid of heights I don\'t want to be lived through A vicarious occasion Please open the window Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you\'d find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it\'s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor I don\'t want to live on someday when my motto is last week I don\'t want to be responsible for your fractured heart and it\'s wounded beat I don\'t want to be a substitute for the smoke you\'ve been inhaling What do you thank me What do you thank me for Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you\'d find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it\'s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor