Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on 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
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
I´m a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You´re perfect, yes, it´s true
But without me you´re only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain´t bleedin´ enough for two
It´s a midlife crisis...