Confessional Song

I'm gonna be hypnotised To stop me from smoking Everyone keeps telling me It's bad for my voice I'm gonna stay home tonight So I don't get hungover Get myself a takeaway and watch MTV This is not a confessional song I'm just singing to myself My situations didn't leave me strong Everybody needs a little help Got myself a little dog (Sasha) She's eighteen weeks old now Guess she's just a substitute But I don't know what for I was born a Catholic (Poor old Father Delaney) Now I'm on a guilt trip That I try to suppress This is not a confessional song I'm just singing to myself My situations didn't leave me strong Everybody needs a little help do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do This is not a confessional song I'm just singing to myself My situations didn't leave me strong Everybody needs a little help do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do do-do do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do