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.
