Genevieve's Sick!

Genevieve's sick With jealousy’s bitter old cold And her only real wish Is to perfectly fit that mold But the doctor’s remedy presently Is to refrain from all the self-pity And she can’t No, she can’t Genevieve is a bitch She’s let that green inside her build And her fuse is so quick Can’t bear the vile scent of bliss Oh, Genny, aren’t you tired of it? Don’t you wanna be freed from your own tight grip? You’re wasting away She don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Better say your goodbyes She don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Genevieve’s sick, and I think she’s gonna die I tried to get her to confess her sins But she won’t back down And even when she’s on her deathbed, still She’s just too damn proud ‘Cause Genevieve don’t ever wanna be helped She’d rather resent until she dies than repent for all her life No, she don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Better say your goodbyes She don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Genevieve’s sick, and I think she’s gonna die Has she no shame? Digging her own grave And is she really so disengaged? She don’t know she’s got herself to blame ‘Cause Genevieve's sick Genevieve’s sick She don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Better say your goodbyes She don’t have much time left She don’t have much time She don’t have much time left Genevieve’s sick, and I think she’s gonna die