Lyrics:

I'm gettin' over the smell of her perfumeThe sound of her bare feet walkin' 'round the roomI'm gettin' over the taste of her lipstickHer fingers all up in my hair and other little tricksChorus:I'm doing alright with most everythingBut I still got a problem with those cutoff jeansAnd that's what's driving me crazyShe deen driving me crazyDriving me crazyI'm gettin' over those come-and-get-me eyesAnd how she got me going with those little moans and signsI'm gettin' over all the things she used to doAnd thinking less about those late night rendezvousesChorusDoctor, Doctor, Doctor, can you help me outSomething in those cutoff jeansIs keeping me in doubtAnd that's what's driving me crazyDriving me crazy...