Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like a lettuce Go on and dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I'm thirty-something
Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife crisis Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you You're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleedin' enough for two It's a midlife crisis
What an inheritance The salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion
Sense of security Holding blunt instrument Midlife crisis I'm a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you You're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleeding enough for two It's a midlife crisis
