| She self-medicates | 
| She cries and make her lies seem more sincere | 
| When she’s out of line | 
| She’s always right, got her own best interest in mind | 
| She’s a bad girl, always outta line | 
| She’s kind, at times | 
| She’s the first to pick a fight | 
| And convinced that she’s always right | 
| She’s up and down, and in and out of this world | 
| She’s always out of line, always out of line | 
| She drives me crazy, all of the time | 
| Bipolar baby, one of a kind | 
| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine | 
| Bipolar baby, make up your mind | 
| Make up your mind | 
| She’s a waste of time | 
| She’ll leave you high and dry | 
| She curses and kisses and talks while she listens | 
| She’s a bad girl, always out of line | 
| She’s a bad girl, always out of line | 
| Always out of line | 
| She drives me crazy, all of the time | 
| Bipolar baby, one of a kind | 
| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine | 
| Bipolar baby, make up your mind | 
| Make up your mind | 
| Time’s slipping away, gotta pick up the pace | 
| Like she’s running a race and I’m left behind | 
| Is she worth the chase? | 
| Should I let her go? | 
| If she comes in close, will she hear me say slow down? | 
| She drives me crazy, all of the time | 
| Bipolar baby, one of a kind | 
| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine | 
| Bipolar baby, make up your mind | 
| She’ll drive you crazy, all of the time | 
| Bipolar baby, one of a kind | 
| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine | 
| Bipolar baby, make up your mind | 
| Make up your mind |