Go on and ring 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
Sens of security Like pockets jingling Midlife Crises Suck ingenuity Down through the family tree
You`re perfest, 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 Crises...
What an inhertance The salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back A little dicipline Rent an opinion