Midlife Crisis

Go on and wrick my neck Like when a rag gets weg a little discipline for my pet genious My head is like lettuce go and dig thumbs in i cannot stop givin I磎 thirty somethin Sense of security Like pockets jingleling Midlife Crisis Suck ingenuity Down through tha family tree Chorus: You磖e Perfect yes it磗 true But without me you磖e only you Your menstruatin heart It ain磘 bleedin enough for two It磗 a Midlife Crisis It磗 a Midlife Crisis What an Eritance the salt and the cleenex That磗 all i know