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© Shamika
Could it be OCD ?
At school she used to write his name across the page 100 times
And he would scribble just the same with little pictures, funny rhymes
They couldn\'t leave the classroom \'til the little chairs were all in place
Together they would wipe the board \'til there was not a chalky trace
Could it be OCD although they didn\'t know it, the patterns seemed to show it
And then at university their paths would cross (their fingers too)
They\'d both blurt out obscenities until the air was smoky blue
They couldn\'t throw a thing away, they had a fear of losing
They worried \'bout forgetting stuff, had difficulty choosing
Could it be OCD although they didn\'t know it, the patterns seemed to show it
When he was getting ready he would wash and wash again
He had a little ritual he never could explain
Obsessive and compulsive thoughts were buzzing round his brain
If he could not complete a task he might just go insane
Could it be OCD although they didn\'t know it, the patterns seemed to show it
And when they met it had to be an exact time and place
He checked his wristwatch constantly until he saw her face
He kissed her 3 times on each cheek, then twice he\'d pat her head
He had to listen when she\'d speak, to everything she said
Could it be OCD although they didn\'t know it, the patterns seemed to show it
She kept possessions close at hand, tissues, phone, keys, mirror
Lipstick, comb and rubber band, a childhood souvenir
She always walked on his left side and put her right foot first
In fact she\'d match him, stride for stride or else she might have burst
Could it be OCD I guess they didn\'t know it, but there was something going on,
