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
Sens of security
holding blunt instrument
I'm a perfectionist
and perfect is a skinnend knee