Go on and wring my neck 

Like when a rag gets wet 

A little discipline 

For my pet genius 

My head is like lettuce 

Go on 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 bleedin' enough for two 

It's a midlife crisis...