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 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 crises 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 bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis...
You're perfect, yes, it's true But without me you're only you Your menstruating heart It ain't bleeding enough for two [repeat until fade]
