Can't quite figure out what's happened to my life.
Before I met him it was boring, but without strife.
Now it's abduction, coma, cellular abnormality
Not to mention mind control through my TV.
But hey, I'm fine, after all.

I've got a partner with a streak of self-obsession.
For Mulder I've put my ass on the line.
Jail, exploding bodies, frozen ova,
My one child was a Millenium left-over.
Did I mention that I'm fine?

I became a doctor, I went down to DC.
They stuck me in the basement, with that psycho who works with me.
Now there's only one answer to this question
That he's always asking me.
Through tumors, fam'ly deaths, rampant psychopathy--
I told you I'm fiiiiiiiine (yeah).
Dammit, Mulder, I'm fine.

You stopped by my place one night 'round ten
A bottle of red wine to drink, I should have known right then...
We will never talk about that move you put on me
Communication's not our thing, not verbally....
I told you I'm fine... yeah
Dammit, Mulder, I'm fine.

Author: Lens-of-Science

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