Parenthetical Girls - The Privilege lyrics

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'd made it through the worst of it She's made it through the worst of it Bring me the head of my love-life Hopes rise waist high And its never quite like the first time Well, I don't mind tonight Praise the prodigal father The boys, they grew into embarra**ments of men Raised of the soft constitutions I know he left you to the savages But save it for your an*lyst Don't know if you remember Your face was lovely like a woman's then A 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 co*k-eyed But if my heart breaks your birth-right But I don't mind tonight Forget my friends from the city They better bury me in Everett Leave what's left of me by the bridge 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 you're heart's not really in it I'll just keep paying for the privilege Keep paying for the privilege