Go on and wring 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
  Sense of security
  Like pockets jingling
  Midlife crisis
  Suck ingenuity
  Down through the family tree
  You're perfect, 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 crisis...
  What an inheritance
  The salt and the Kleenex
  Morbid self attention
  Bending my pinky back
  A little discipline
  A donor by habit
  A little discipline
  Rent an opinion
  Sense of security
  Holding blunt instrument
  I'm a perfectionist
  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...........