Alice Donut - Problems lyrics

You've got problems when you squirrel You've got problems when you hurl Into a bucket in the parking lot You've got problems with your face You've got problems with your place And your position at the outlet mall I sympathize - Thank God they ain't mine You've got problems fitting in You've got problems knowing when Your behavior's inappropriate You've got problems in your head You've got problems in your bed Problems with your twisted little s**uality And I find, thank God they ain't mine You've got problems In the street Problems with everything you eat You're a mess I decide, they ain't mine