Help Me, God

[Intro]
Who am I? What am I? I am Deborah Healy
Yes, for sure
I don't feel good
I'm not a clone. I'm the real deal, right?

[Verse 1]
My name is Deborah Healy
I'm a girl that's touchy feely
I'm not having an identity crisis, I'm just experiencing mitosis
What are things that Deborah sings about? Dicks, vitamin deficiencies, and pussy drought?
Yeah, that's right
I like dicks, vitamin deficiencies, and pussy drought

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
I love talking about my pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
The real Deborah loves pussy, right?

[Chorus]
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God

[Verse 2]
I had a daughter, right? And a son, too
Their names were Deborah's Daughter, and little Jimmy Poo
I can't remember if he existed or not
Was it just a nightmare?
Michael knocked me up several times, and he didn't even care

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I find it odd that my pussy is pure titanium
I don't remember having a titanium pussy
What's going on? Is there something wrong with me?

[Chorus]
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God

[Bridge]
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God

[Chorus]
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God
Oh, fuck
I feel it coming on
Identity crisis
Help me, God