The Privilege - Parenthetical Girls

Give my best to your sister

I guess they sent her to some specialist

She was always this strange heartsick autistic kid

But i suppose she made the most of it

I suppose she made the most of it

Drove herself to the doctors

Thank god your father never caught wind of it

They said she caught something awful

But that she made it through the worst of it

Shes made it through the worst of it

Bring me the head of my love life

Hopes rise waist high

And its never quite the first time

I don’t mind two

Praise the prodigal father

The boys the grew into embarrassments of men

Raised of the soft constitutions

I know he left you to the savages

But save it for your analyst

Know if you remember

Your face was lovely like a womans then

The less than confident lover

You said you’d never fall in love again

You’d never fall in love again

Bring me the head of my love life

It’s all gone cock-eyed

But if my heart breaks your birth right

But i don’t mind two

Forget my friends from the city

They better bury me in everett

Leave whats left of me on the beside the sea

I guess it’s time i’d gotten over it

So much for elegant women

God bless those broad stroke sentimentalists

And though i know your hearts not really in it

Ill just keep paying for the privilege

Keep paying for the privilege

He paid for the privilege