Lyrics

If I weren't failing as my mother's poetaster, then I'd make a living off my life's disasters. and I get the feeling they'll take control of me before too long I've made no secret of your great biology And I'm afraid to face my own anthropology, but I know it'll take control of me before too long And I, I'm not lookin' to make the perfect baby But you've got some chromosomes I can't afford to let go So if you ever get the mind for mine Then I'd love to be the first in line