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Sentimentally Retarded

 

Does he make you happy?

Does he make you smile?

Does he make you feel like Nefertiti with command of all the Nile?

Does he tell you hourly of your beauty?

Does he treat you like a queen?

Does he make you, does he make you think of me?

 

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what you always said to me

But I’m just asking

 

Does he make you horny?

Does he make you hot?

Does he know the 27 tantric tricks to tease your g-spot?

Does he know your passwords and have a copy of your back door key?

Does he make you, does he make you think of me?

 

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what you always said to me

But I’m just asking

 

Does he make you giddy?

Does he make you laugh?

Does he have a living room wallpapered with your photograph?

Has he read your childhood best friend’s secret diary, how the two of you lost your chastity?

Does he make you, does he make you think of me?

 

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what you always said to me

But I’m just asking

 

Sentimental, sentimental, retarded, retarded

Sentimental, sentimental, ever since we parted

 

Does he know your shoe-size?

Or collect your trash?

Does he know you bought some Hydrocortizone for a persistent vaginal rash?

Does he honor a restraining order and maintain a distance of at least 1,000 feet?

Does he make you, does he make you, does he make make you make you think of me?

 

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what you always said to me

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what I’m always gonna be

Ever since the day we parted

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what you always said to me

I’m sentimentally retarded

That’s what I’m always gonna be

Ever since the day we started