Go on and ring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
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

Sens of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife Crises
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You`re perfest, yes, it`s [bad word] But without me you`re only you
Your [bad word] heart
It ain`t bleedin`enough for two
It`s a Midlife Crises...

What an inhertance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
little dicipline
Rent an opinion

Sens of security
Holding blunt [bad word] I`m a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinnend knee

You`re perfect, yes, it`s [bad word] ..