| Go on and wring my neck
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| Like when a rag gets wet
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| A little discipline
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| For my pet genius
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| My head is like lettuce
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| Go on, dig your thumbs in
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| I cannot stop giving
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| I’m thirty-something
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| Sense of security
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| Like pockets jingling
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| Midlife crisis
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| Suck ingenuity
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| Down through the family tree
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| You’re perfect, yes, it’s true
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| But without me, you’re only you
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| Your menstruating heart
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| It ain’t bleedin' enough for two
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| It’s a midlife crisis
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| It’s a midlife crisis
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| What an inheritance
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| The salt and the Kleenex
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| Morbid self-attention
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| Bending my pinky back
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| A little discipline
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| A donor by habit
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| A little discipline
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| Sense of security
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| Holding blunt instrument
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| Midlife crisis
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| I’m a perfectionist
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| 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
|
| 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
|
| You’re perfect, yes, it’s true
|
| But without me, you’re only you
|
| Your menstruating heart
|
| It ain’t bleeding enough for two
|
| You’re perfect, yes, it’s true
|
| But without me, you’re only you
|
| Your menstruating heart
|
| It ain’t bleeding enough for two |