Butterfingers Happy Well Adjusted Psychopath
Aunt flow she comes to visit,
The day my baby goes away,
And hit the household like a blizzard,
And leaves the place in disarray,
She'll ride a crimson tide,
Upon a white cotton horse,
A qualified tour guide,
Around the grounds for divorce because of course,
She's a happy well-adjusted psychopath
She's a happy well-adjusted psychopath
She can be so sweet,
When she's being herself,
But the demon beneath,
Should seek professional help,
She's got an urge to kill,
Like some kind of maniac,
I tried to call up doctor Phil, (hello?)
I want my girlfriend back this bitch is wak,
She's a happy well-adjusted psychopath
She's a happy well-adjusted psychopath
Cause she's happy and she's sad and she's
Doing what she can just to
Keep it on an evenish keel,
But you have to understand that the
Rag is at her glands and she
Can't control the way that she feels,
She can function day to day if you
Stay out of her way or she could
Slay you for the evening meal,
And anything you say could be
Taken in a way she finds
Offensive with a penchant to kill,
She's a happy well-adjusted psychopath
