Sensitivity
Meet me in the backseat
Tell me that you love me
Please just be so caring to know that I'm here
Know your limitations
Before things start to fade and
Never let me know, please just be kind
Tell me when you're angry
Rocking you so gently
I just need to know, know that you are mine
Borderline neurotic
Seamless and psychotic
I get home exhausted from hums and some rings
All my sensitivity
Never let it get to me
Grabs me like a cavity
Brings me to a tragedy
Show me hospitality
Sorry for the fantasy
I just want to know you for a long, long time
Treat me like a brother
Climb under the covers
You always think and wonder if you love him
He treats you with perfection
I guess it's more complex than
Things that make my head spin all of the time
It's all that sensitivity
Always seems to get to me
Throws me up like gravity
All built up inside of me
It takes me to a fantasy
Works just like a factory
And creates things that I shouldn't do
And when I get you alone
Were out on the town
But, lately, I feel you don't want me around
Pr-pr-pr-prancing around, around the sycamore tree
I need somebody to help me
To set me free
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Tell me that you love me
Please just be so caring to know that I'm here
Know your limitations
Before things start to fade and
Never let me know, please just be kind
Tell me when you're angry
Rocking you so gently
I just need to know, know that you are mine
Borderline neurotic
Seamless and psychotic
I get home exhausted from hums and some rings
All my sensitivity
Never let it get to me
Grabs me like a cavity
Brings me to a tragedy
Show me hospitality
Sorry for the fantasy
I just want to know you for a long, long time
Treat me like a brother
Climb under the covers
You always think and wonder if you love him
He treats you with perfection
I guess it's more complex than
Things that make my head spin all of the time
It's all that sensitivity
Always seems to get to me
Throws me up like gravity
All built up inside of me
It takes me to a fantasy
Works just like a factory
And creates things that I shouldn't do
And when I get you alone
Were out on the town
But, lately, I feel you don't want me around
Pr-pr-pr-prancing around, around the sycamore tree
I need somebody to help me
To set me free
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Alin Hiatt
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