Sensitive child, you keep running wild
In aconfined space
You're not to blame, cos your not the same
Get on the case
Crazy sheep noir the odd one out
Crazy freak let them know what your all about
Misfit the freak that's on the street
I can see sorrow in your eyes
How long, how low, how high can you go?
There'll be a bind for every kind, you'll see
Sensitive child, your threat is so mild
It worries me...
Build yourself some protection, to avoid the infection
Then you can be happy
Too fat, too thin, you lose or you win
This may come as some surprise
Too tall, too short, too loose or too taut
There'll be a bind for every kind misfit.
Writer(s): Julian Godfrey Brookhouse, Miguel Drummond, Ben Volpeliere-pierrot, Toby Andersen, Nicholas Bernard Thorp
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