Get Born Motherfucker

I love you Noreen But it got too bad I think that you were dressed in black short sleeves When you told me what Bob Dylan means He just goes On, and on, and on... I hate you Noreen That you still look good in everything I used to hold your legs and you'd scream Now I'm stuck here with my family They hate you On, and on, and on... I'm sick and I'm slow I'm so shit at letting go I feel gross and I don't grow But I'll get off you And I'll get born No, I'll get worn