You seek a sentiment thats retrograde
And he aligns the one to rig it real
To him you hint youre less than dream ideal
Yet he insists youre perfect soft and staid
Your nag in normalcy is not obeyed
Your nudge in knavery is barred appeal
Your cringe in comedy is served up squeal
Your kiss in chemistry is frothier made
You wish you had a mental handicap
To fake in random moves a mystery
You feel you need a greater knowledge gap
You mull a simpler style of misery
You dodge the depths of gazes quizzical
If kind or harsh theyre purely physical
Chorus quizzical meddlesome speculative
