this is my kind of therapy, finding metaphors for personal flaws
all because, the lady loves to fight
try as you might, you can't recycle spite
grudges aren't biodegradeable, love is like owning a fridge (the manual says...)
how to bang your head against a brick wall, just be yourself
three years on, you've done no wrong, the freezer's gone and the milk is warm
you've become owned by a fridge
what hope have we got when TV tells us
men will only see you as the missus
disappear when given the prospectus
after all you're better off with shoes
so i blame sheila's wheels for how sheila feels and sheila beels
ricki lake hath forsaken me
sexism rules we must be fools to think we have the upper-hand in this game
well ah'm no playin
i thank sheila's wheels, i like how sheila beels about how she feels
ricky lake, has grown up with me
sexism rules, they must be fools
and i'm playing this game