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
s** 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
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 Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two (Yeah) It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck) (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck) (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck) Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two