Verse 1
You walk in, cool as ice,
Saving lives and looking nice.
Doctor Cullen, steady hand,
Coolest man in vampire land.
Everybody's losing sleep—
You just tell them, "Breathe in deep."
You don't need dramatic sighs,
You've got kindness in your eyes.
No eternal teenage gloom,
Just good manners in the room.
Every crisis, every fright—
You make everything alright.
Daddy Cullen! Doctor C!
Come and write a script for me!
White coat flying, looking fine—
How's a man age twenty-nine?
D-I-L-F, that's the call!
Tall enough to shame us all!
Daddy Cullen, Mr steal the girl—
One more smile and we'd all unfurl!
White coat flapping down the hall,
Everybody hits the wall.
Long legs eating up the floor,
Hear those polished shoes before
Doctor Cullen comes in sight—
Morning somehow feels right.
Doctor, you're the reason for my aching knees.
They don't give out. They give in.
Blue cashmere around your throat,
Some expensive winter coat.
Little trace of cedar air—
Who approved that platinum hair?
Some wear grace, some wear charm;
You wear both without a trial.
Edward's brooding in the rain,
Writing poems full of pain.
He's up sulking in a tree—
You've got an M.D. degree.
One saves lives and keeps his cool,
One's still acting sixteen at school.
How's your handwriting so neat?
How's your bedside manner sweet?
Saving lives from dusk till dawn,
Then somehow the smile stays on.
Someone tell the ER staff—
Looking this good should need a chart.
Daddy Cullen! Doctor C!
Hospital's my place to be!
White coat flying, looking fine—
Please examine this heart of mine!
D-I-L-F, loud and clear!
Best physician of the year!
Daddy Cullen, take a bow—
I’m checking in right now!
