nervous breakdown

two weeks all she's had for lunch, is diet pills and captain crunch, eyes lined like tammy faye bakker, cut her hair off with a razor, she's wearing her wedding dress, and god only knows what comes next, call the sheriff, call a shrink, she's on quicksand, 'bout to sink, you got around and it got around, now your woman's on the verge of a nervous breakdown, yards of rope up in the attic, grandpa's loaded automatic, liquid drano, clorox bleach, and ginsu knives all within reach, she swears she won't hurt herself, but she met her somebody else, call the sheriff, call a shrink, she's on quicksand, 'bout to sink, you got around and it got around, now your woman's on the verge of a nervous breakdown, did your laundry, cooked your dinner, never saw the crazy in her, but we're all one heartbreak away, from temporarily insane, call the sheriff, call a shrink, she's on quicksand, 'bout to sink, you got around and it got around, the crazy train is coming to town, you better have her high ground, your woman's on the verge of a nervous breakdown