I do obsess, I must confess, this fear I can’t escape
Did I leave the stove on, and is my house ablaze?

I wonder - when I locked that doorknob, could it have jiggled loose?
The only way I’ll know for sure is to tighten all the screws.

If I drive around the block again, I know I will be late.
But the garage door might still be up! It’s a chance I cannot take!

You’d think the simple act of walking couldn’t cause me such distress.
But avoiding every sidewalk crack is impossible, at best!

Every action must be done in multiples of two.
If I turn it once, I’ll turn it twice; odd numbers just won’t do!

I’m going broke from buying soap, and baby wipes galore.
Doesn’t everybody wash the things they bring home from the store?

Just think of all the germs that cover everything you buy!
That wet spot on the conveyor belt could be swimming in e coli!

Attention to these details could very well save my health.
(Did I just see that woman cough without covering her mouth?)

I can’t escape the torture, it haunts me in my dreams.
That little diddy someone sang just makes me want to scream!

I do obsess, I must confess; I do obsess, I must confess -
It’s exhausting being me!