Lyrics Веры Больше Нет - Кризис Среднего Возраста

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 in,
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..
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,
Midlife сrisis..
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