You're sentimentally retarded
But I shouldn't try to structure group home love
I should let the birds eat bread off my shoulder
I should always know what I'm thinking of
You're some sort of mystic autistic
I'm just a guy paid to take care of you
I can't pretend to understand
But won't you please let me tie your shoe?
You look so cute in your little white helmet
Designed to keep you from smacking your head on the wall
I know you don't want my help going down the stairs
But I just hate to see you fall
You've got an order disorder
I shouldn't try to turn a pond into a park
I should let your tree kiss me
I should make love to your bark
You're sentimentally retarded
But you can't make a math class from special ed
I should let you peck the eyes right out of my head
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