Midlife Crisis

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 givin' 
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 are only you 
Your menstruating heart - it ain't bleeding enough for Two