Aren't you cured yet? I would have thought Living ought To have helped you get Some vague idea of what is causing you such pain And why the remedies you try are all in vain Aren't you cured yet? You must admit half of it's Some hidden depth That someone said that you were owed and should be met The more you're paid the bigger it all gets Why aren't you cured by love? It's your sugar-coated pill and meant To cure every ill Why aren't you cured by love? But still suffering and sending it the bill Why aren't you cured by love?