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
Перевод:
Кризис среднего возраста
Давай, продолжай и сверни мне шею,
Как мокрую тряпку,
Небольшое наказание
Для моего любимого гения,
В моей голове каша,
Залезь туда,
Я не могу не сдаться,
Мне тридцать с лишним
Ощущение защищенности,
Как звон в кармане..
Кризис среднего возраста,
Нахрен изобретательность
В родословной
Ты идеальна, это правда,
Но без меня ты - это всего лишь ты,
Твоего кровоточащего сердца
Не хватит на двоих
Это кризис среднего возраста...
Это кризис среднего возраста...
Что за наследие -
Соли и клинексы,
Нездоровое внимание к себе,
Наклоняюсь, подставляя спину,
Небольшое наказание,
Привычное донорство,
Небольшое наказание,
Чужое мнение
Чувство защищенности,
Держу в руках тупое оружие,
Кризис среднего возраста...
Я идеалист,
И идеальна кожа на коленках
Ты идеальна, это правда,
Но без меня ты - всего лишь ты,
Твоего кровоточащего сердца
Не хватит на двоих 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 can not 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 is not 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 srisis ..
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 is not bleedin 'enough for two
Translation:
Middle age crisis
Come on, go ahead and turn my neck,
As a wet rag,
A small punishment
For my beloved genius,
In my head porridge,
Climb back,
I can not give up,
I'm thirty-plus
The feeling of security,
How to call in your pocket ..
Middle age crisis,
Fuck ingenuity
In the pedigree
You're perfect, it's true,
But without me, you - it's just you,
Your bleeding heart
Not enough for two
It's mid-life crisis ...
It's mid-life crisis ...
What kind of legacy -
Salt and Kleenex,
Unhealthy attention to themselves,
Cant, substituting back
A small punishment
Habitual donation,
A small punishment
Someone's mind
A sense of security,
I am holding in hands a blunt weapon,
Middle age crisis...
I'm an idealist,
And perfect skin on her knees
You're perfect, it's true,
But without me, you - just you,
Your bleeding heart
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